Walt didn't move when the man sat down across from him, but his eyes flicked down to the sword in his lap briefly. He'd seen a few others with weapons while he was walking through the town, but he would have remembered seeing this man. In the back of his mind he figured that he had been followed here.

From the looks of him, Walt decided that he'd have to be careful here. He looked up at his face, folding his hands together on top of the table.

"Should I not be? I was just out taking a leisurely stroll."