[ Matt's answer at least solidifies Oz's resolve not to go into the forest, but what he says next has Oz's expression shifting from vague nervousness to extreme doubt almost instantly. ]

No offense, but unless you've got a handgun in that tote of yours, I'll take my chances.

[ The most protection the guy looks like he could offer is to serve as a sacrifice, to be pushed in front of an oncoming bear (or any other predator) so as to preserve one's own skin. ]

"Probably" ain't really a show of confidence, either, y'know? But I appreciate the offer, I do.

[ He holds out his hand, then, deciding at least to be polite: ] Oswald. You can call me Oz.