The boy was in such a state - not that Espio could blame him - that nothing seemed to be processing right. It was rather aggravating, if Espio were to be truthful: the boy was in a panic, but Espio wasn't. It was... uncomfortable, not being entirely sure what was going on.

'You'll be fine...' he kept repeating, though he knew it wouldn't have any effect. 'Honestly, you will. Just calm down and try to think clearly.' He was a child! What had he done to deserve that?

'Ah!' As the kid grabbed the man's arm, Espio couldn't help but be shocked as it started to... to delete. 'Quick, let go!'