Saerian put up both hands and backed up, cigarette dangling between his lips as he spoke, now.
"Hey, I'm sorry, yeah, sure," he said, all of it morphing into one word. "I just wanted to see what the commotion was."
He kept backing up, and gave the cop a nod.
And then, ever so slightly, he started to push at her. His new power was mostly physical and otherwise mostly concentrated on the dream plane. But he was still the same jerk, and he still liked playing with people.