Fugaku always found it unnerving to be touched purposefully in a crowd. He stepped away from the helping hand quickly, glancing over at the person, obviously a shinobi. It made his skin crawl on reflex, old cautions about contact and enemies everywhere creaking out of the deep past.

Really, how many would go out of their way to steady an old man for no reason?

"No, thank you," Fugaku replied, the polite resposne slipping off his tongue automatically with a polite node instead of a bow.