Reaching out his own hand he shakes Kirk's own firmly, raising a brow at how he's being looked at - not that he minded, but curious since he noticed. "Kirk it is then," he says, pulling his hand back so that they can walk regularly.

They don't go too far before Sam stops at another stall, lined with everyday sort of knick-knacks. It takes a moment for the middle-aged man to eventually notice them, dusting his hands off once he does.

"Ben, you think you have anything in this guy's size that he could try on?" he asks, setting a hand on Kirk's shoulder while he looks at the merchant. Ben hums thoughtfully as he gives the Rifter a once over before motioning for him to come to the back muttering about 'perhaps having something'.