Beau really wasn't looking into get into some shit. He'd done his time over the years that made him a "bit of a hellion" to the people who bossed them around. Mostly, he was sure he was just a pain in the ass. Something he took a bit of pride in when it came to Armstrong but not to anyone else. Than again, he existed to keep people on their toes if they were always pushing them to stay on their toes. There was no likelihood of him getting into any trouble today. It is what he told himself in the morning: get plastered, get high, shoot some shit in the Hologym until they decided to let them go out and shoot actual people. Not that they relied too heavily on weaponry when it came down to it. Beau didn't ask much in the form of questions. He just toed line and than occasionally stepped over the line to flip someone off. It was never really a question to anyone. As long as something happened -- they knew Beau was going to do some bullshit. Then end up drooling on the floor after being zapped. Most people expected him to learn after the first time. That's what typically happened.
Beau didn't learn.
He still pushed and pulled and screamed whenever he got the chance because it was sure as shit fun to see people roll their eyes at the man's behavior or be utterly shocked by it. When they could understand what he was saying. There was only a small collection of people that understood Beau. By small...that meant only three and those were the people Beau trusted. The other people...well, there was a reason why the government kept on collecting supes. Revolving door of shit. There occasionally would be the new person with the idea of trying to actually escape or get word out that the government was doing shit to supes. All in all, it just made Beau practically cackle. Normies didn't give a shit about them. At least now they were being put to good use, fuck it if supes had families.
Not that Beau would get any sympathy or pity. Career criminal with a checkered past that people could always say was bound to be in the prison system long before he actually was. Here, he was just another grunt with super powers. Granted, scary powers. But a grunt nonetheless. He'd learned the rhythm of Limbo. When people ain't out doing shit? They could do whatever the hell they wanted aside from leaving the place. Beau had grabbed a cold one from his stash and started wandering the hallway to his destination. His days were simple unless there was a mission: get drunk, get high, shoot shit. Maybe sleep and eat somewhere in the middle of that but he wasn't a complicated man. He didn't have a wide range of needs.
The man standing in front of the Hologym doors was something he hadn't exactly planned on seeing as he saddled up right next to him, pressing the bottle against his shoulder. Sometimes, if he tried really hard and didn't let his words mix with the language he'd grown up with most people could understand him. "You in my mèrdik way, lakay." Beau's concept of personal space askewed or abandoned with time as he leaned in a bit closer. "Are you havin' a seizure?"
Would he be entirely in the wrong to just...maneuver around him? He wasn't looking for a medical emergency call anytime soon.