[That soft pad of feet on sand could be anyone. Archie turns, concentration broken, to see young Wellard looking at him very strangely. What on Earth could this be about?]
How may I help you, Mr. Wellard?
[It's not dismissive, exactly. More of a roundabout demand for an explanation for the staring.]
[ action ] HELD
How may I help you, Mr. Wellard?
[It's not dismissive, exactly. More of a roundabout demand for an explanation for the staring.]