Normally he wouldn't bat an eye at seeing a kid on the side of the road, but maybe you reminded him of himself as a kid growing up dirt poor in Alabama. For whatever reason, he'd slung you over his shoulder and walked you off to a small Desperado facilities and sat you down. Returning a while later and shoving a burger and fries at you before commenting as you scarfed it down "Calm down kid, it ain't goin' anywhere." He then continued rhetorically "Skinny as a rail ain't 'cha, kid?"