It's clear from the way the man turns to 'look' at you that he is, most likely, blind. His focus is placed on the rough area where your voice emanated from, and he makes no effort to enact eye contact or scrutinise your appearance. "Thugs don't bother these old bones," he wheezes out to Sam, "not got anything worth taking!" The coarse laugh turns into a retch, and he pats his chest a few times. The sag in his arms indicates that whatever thick musculature he once had has diminished over time. "Just trying to get by, miss, no master but the needs of my own body."

When Senna drops a coin into his tin, he holds the rattling metal to his ear and shakes it a few times. "Gold! Thank you kindly miss, may Ilmater help you push through the ordeals of life." He doesn't hold the tin out to the rest of you - if he even knows how many you are, or where you're stood. He merely returns to his previous position of holding it gently in his lap, though doesn't rattle it any more.