[ He stares for a moment in the direction the gun toting local had scurried off to, the warning echoing his own concern. He's quick to hurry after his rescuer, doing his best to ring some water out of his robes along the way. ]

That sounds like a very good idea.

[ Why would he be afraid he'd kill him or his family though? Scorpius considered himself pretty much harmless unless cornered. There was the issue of his parentage that might make some suspicious, but some stranger on a beach wouldn't know that. ]

I feel like after that I should be the one worried about my murder, not the other way around.