"I'm a pretty good messenger," Bodhi agrees, buoying his own mood a little with the joke that would be totally incomprehensible to almost everyone, especially a stranger. That does as much to bolster his focus as being given a mission does. "Can't--can't be that useful, um, in any other ways, though, probably..." Walking quickly and scanning the path, the space the man's giving him, all of it adds up to letting him stay on task. Minimally. Enough that he doesn't bolt off into the trees.