"Yeah, got a feeling he's not going to be helpful." Max shook his head as they walked. "Course, he might. He's one of those capricious sorts, or seems to be. Then again, I know a guy who may know some stuff. Not the fickle one, another one."
Johnny, the kid, the rock god wannabe. He stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets, and focused on the bounce of his hat. It was a ridiculous hat, but it was his. He didn't feel right without one, even if he'd preferred the fedora.
"Okay. Though we're not gonna find much if we don't ask questions. We can snoop all day long, but you gotta ask something of somebody sometime. That's how I've always done it." He paused long enough to give Piotr a quick look. He knew the guy was trained, and there was the whole comic book background. "You probably have a few other ways, mm?"