Pietro's eyebrows started the slow climb up his forehead once again. He considered several responses to the breaking of windows, dismissed them each in turn, and finally contented himself with the least patronizing response of the lot.

"Yes, well. It's not a fair trade, but life isn't fair."

He lifted his package in a sort of salute, and began walking - at normal human speed - in the direction of his next delivery. The slow pace was downright painful, but he figured the new guy was having a bad enough day as it was. He did not need to have mutants thrown into the mix.