He lifts his head when he realizes what she had said. "You don't know how to read?" His helmet tilts slightly then he looks back to the journal. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize." He finishes poking with his chalk then closes it, then slips both it and the chalk into the pouch hanging on the inside of his thigh, kept hidden by the waist cloth.

"..and I'm sure everything isn't out to get you, even if life can feel that way sometimes." He gestures kindly with his hand. "I'm certainly not!"

(OOC: Sho nuff.)