Saerian wasn't really the type to creep around in corners. That wasn't even what he was doing. He was minding his own business, walking home. He actually hadn't hurt anyone today, at all--other than messing with Lindsey's head.
Normal, law-abiding citizen.
So when the kid with the gun rounded the corner looking like he was just groping for an excuse to shoot something, Saerian smiled, behind his human face.
"Whoa," he said, putting his hand up. A cigarette dangled between his lips. "Watch where you're pointing that thing."