"Hm..." Dale let out a long sigh, as if he was mistaken, but the grip remained secure. He took a good look at the teen's face, as if trying to remember something. "Hold a moment, weren't you the one walking the guy's stuff in or out of the dojo?" Using his free hand, Dale rubbed his beard, thinking hard. However, he ended up dismissing it. "Either way, it had been awhile before I took notice of my missing wallet. You have to know something's up."