Oh lord, he wasn't going away -- the cashier took Sasuke's money at a pace that suggested that maybe if he moved fast enough and disassociated himself with Lee's apparent victim, he would escape the side-effects. The rest of the room had moved their hands away from their weapons, but also their selves away from Lee.

Sasuke, in the meantime, was scouting the best path to the exit out of the corner of his eye while trying to parse the number of words he'd just been subjected to at rapid speed. What was Lee even -- receiving aid? Bonds of friendship?

The only thing that made sense was the question at the end, which Sasuke grasped at like a lifeline. "Uh, no -- they're not for me. They're for my friend, who, uh, I need to go see. Right now."