[ He raises an eyebrow, and for a moment it probably seems like he's going to say no. He reaches inside his coat after a few beats, though, to withdraw a tiny pocket knife. Its main attachment is a bottle-opener, but it will unfold into a very small blade. ]

You seem pretty troubled, Ms. Monika. You sure you wouldn't rather get back to the carnival? It might take your mind off it.

[ He drops the blade onto the grass between them. The out is simply insurance, to absolve himself of responsibility. ]