The unwanted physical contact is like having a bucket of icy water thrown over him, proving more than enough to kick Garrett's mind back into gear. He firmly shrugs off the stranger's grasp without thinking, a reflexive response learned from a lifetime spent on the streets, and adjusts his footing in preparation to dodge the stranger's follow-up.
It never comes, of course, leaving him with nothing but uncomfortable silence as he's finally able to properly register the individual speaking to him.
...And upon recognising them, he cannot help but find himself wishing that he really was just being accosted by an angry market-goer.

"...I must be getting rusty if you, of all people, managed to get the drop on me. Didn't take you for the stalking type, Jailbreak."

How long has she been following him? Just because this entire endeavour was a half-cooked plan doesn't mean he wasn't still being careful about all of this. It's a concentrated effort to keep the anger in his gut from rising up whilst simultaneously maintaining his typical lukewarm attitude towards conversation, pretending that the reminder of what has been taken from him doesn't fill his chest with a volatile cocktail of emotions that he has absolutely no time to deal with right now.

"This a bounty thing, or did you just so happen to be in the area?"