Perhaps I ran because you accosted me on a public street and I've no idea who you are.

[ from the way he's not budging as Booker edges closer, that's not the case at all. and, despite the apparent light civility of his words, his tone and his entire demeanor declare a man who doesn't expect to be believed and is setting himself for a fight. ]

I'm not injured, thank you. Merely got my arm in something a bit nasty, and I'm headed home to shift clothes. This shirt's had it, I think.