The last time someone had arrived through a portal with a lot of fanfare, the building had been put on lockdown and people had apparently taken up arms in its defense. At least that was what Fancy had gathered after the fact.
Details of what precisely had gone down varied from source to source and depended on how much he trusted any of them (which wasn't much). So when the portals registered activity on the night of his patrol with Sharon, Fancy opted to err on the side of caution.
He had his blaster out as soon as the woman appeared (although if anyone asked, he'd say he was prepped and ready to fire before her arrival), the barrel trained in her direction as she shouted and swung her weapon. Her look of despair left him unmoved. He'd seen it before.
"Not our doing," he answered, before shutting up and glancing toward Sharon. He'd gleaned that she was somehow involved with the people who ran this tower - the so-called heroes - and he'd learn more by observing and backing her up than showing off.