Hiccup unfolded his arms when the other began both to speak and move away. He's not sure how to take the man; It's far from it like he's being outwardly hostile that it battles with Hiccup's will to give others a chance. He listened, rather than speak for a moment, only blinking at the rather off-handed offering of help.

Shaking his head more to clear it than anything else, he takes one large step to get back on footing (the prosthetic groaning at the motion). "It looks like you have an idea of where you want to go," Hiccup offered in measure, glancing towards the older man from beneath his fringe, "where are you thinking?"