Immediately, P'rihnn tries to pull away from the sudden and unwanted contact. It is only when he takes notice of the stranger being the one single, solitary miqo'te he has seen that he huffs and lets himself be lead away. He can find better things to do than yell at an idiot market stall holder anyway, he's sure.

"I'm not your darling," are the first words out of his mouth, "and whatever 'they' are going to do, I can handle it." He's certain of that much - it is not without reason that he is the Warrior of Light, even if he doesn't go around announcing himself as such.