[ Vasiliy starts to inwardly question how exactly one "splits" a walkman, but decides against it. The kid clearly needs help, and she's trying to save face. He may not have grown up with a concept of "teenager" as a distinct life stage, but he remembers being one. ]

Okay. Another step. You are going to move forward; that's good. You want to move. Just grab me if you lose your balance.

[ He's not talented at this, per se, but he's managed to more-or-less master staying upright. Besides, he's 5'7. By today's standards that's apparently pretty low to the ground, a change in perspective he'll never be thrilled about. ]