His nap is light enough that the words startle him awake, and he does his best to stay still and only open his eyes a little to see what the fuss is about.

His best, unfortunately, at this age, isn't very good. So he's squinting at the man in the shades who exclaimed. Who is also staring at him, which makes his skin crawl a little but, for some reason, he's not scared, not right now.

He sits up and glares. "What's your problem."

He's hot, he's unhappy because he has been walking for a while and he hasn't found his family yet. And the fear that they were killed in whatever happened at that time (somebody put a grave with a heavy slab and a big cross and it could have been one for a number of people) is far too real for him to be. Nice.