The stranger wastes no time in retreating in a surprisingly apologetic panic.

Walter's shoulders slump in despair as he turns to take in the mess.

To leave this to the street cleaners, or save them the pain?

Whichever the case, though, his attention redirects back to Jimmy quickly.

"I'd offer you a napkin, but-" Walter breaks off as he makes his way to the teen, only to gesture at himself.

"I'm hardly better off. You didn't swallow any, did you?" he asks, concern resurfacing in earnest.