the man shrugs slightly putting the knife away as he busied himself inspecting the parasol with a odd fascination about it as his hand went along the stem toe find the button he'd of pushed before. this time he'd expected it to spring open and it did so slowly instead of in a rush like last time. He took a while to inspect the craft of the thing and how it worked and the pattern of things. He took an armored glove off to feel the texture of everything how ever he'd leave no finger prints or DNA behind.
"Those that don't see a star are to scared to live and not alot of people live for hundreds of years... only some can and they aren't all that free to explore the stars...... whats the history of this?"
There was a tone in his voice that suggested this was his opinion and his answer to what she'd have said. He folded the parasol down and offered it back to the lady after having asked about the history of it.