Ed turned at the sound of the reprimand. He wasn't unaccustomed to adults telling him to calm down or giving him orders -- but he was also incredibly accustomed to ignoring them.

However, any snappy response he might have had to the misplaced request was silenced when the stranger commented on his limbs, which were fully hidden. He might have chalked it up to the guy being some kind of bizarre expert on automail, except for the fact that he sounded surprised to even hear about the existence of automail.

Ed knew that he was being overly paranoid at the moment, but he couldn't help the way his skin started to crawl, senses blaring warnings at him. There wasn't anyway this guy could have known about his arm and leg, and there wasn't any place he knew of that hadn't at least heard of automail.

He clapped slid his hand over the metal, letting his alchemy transform it. A thick blade slid from his wrist and he held it in front of him, eying the stranger distrustfully. He didn't attack it -- knew that was overzealous at the least, but he hoped to show that he could certainly take care of himself if he needed to.

"Yeah, and who are you?" he asked, voice sharp.