The shrug was stiff, a finger scratching a cheek. He wouldn't quite tell the truth to a stranger, but he could give a little hope in the meantime while he gets his bearings, right? "Tch- I-I didn't have a problem or nothin'... jus' gotta look around a little, or raise hell on the shop owners 'til they make shit for the taller customers!"

But a burlap sack would make the girl easy to spot. "...Anyways, where's she usually go? Ya check those places first?"