[Luckily (or unluckily, depending), Reid was never the type to be into the straight action movies/books, so he doesn't recognize the bandit-esque getup as anything other than an old-fashioned fictional vigilante costume. Which considering this place could mean he actually is a vigilante, but at this point, he can't bring himself to care.]
I... y-yes, if you could--if you could help me at all, I w-would really appreciate that.
[It's past the point where he cares about how unpleasant touching strangers is and how fundamentally embarrassing he finds the situation. He is cold and damp (from falling in snow), there's a little blood speckled on his arm (from falling on a cactus), and he is generally eager to get his feet on the ground without breaking any bones.]
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I... y-yes, if you could--if you could help me at all, I w-would really appreciate that.
[It's past the point where he cares about how unpleasant touching strangers is and how fundamentally embarrassing he finds the situation. He is cold and damp (from falling in snow), there's a little blood speckled on his arm (from falling on a cactus), and he is generally eager to get his feet on the ground without breaking any bones.]