The Captain smiled back, this youth reminding him of himself when his friend would come to the rescue. The smile faltered for a moment when the boy reached out to touch him - mistaking the touch as a sudden case of vertigo, or a wince of pain, he gently reached out and gripped the other boys arm. "Well, you shouldn't really be walking the streets alone at night. Unless you enjoy being beat up." He said with a chuckle, remembering his friend's chastises. "Like my friend used to tell me, someone isn't always going to be around to save your back." Gripping the boys other arm now, he looked into his hazel eyes, getting distracted by the color - it looked familiar somehow - before using his military training to look for any signs of feinting.

"Now, just where were you headed...." He trailed off, taking a step back and looking as sheepish as a big, beefed up man could as he waited for the youth to fill in the blank of his name.