Justice was done. Admittedly, it didn't take much, but this was beyond anything he'd ever experienced. It was rare that he found himself in the company of quite this many people of color-- because he avoided the fuck out of those kinds of situations-- and he didn't like it. He could interfere with the personal liberty of others all day, but he didn't appreciate when it happened to him, and whomever was responsible for this bullshit had a lot to fucking answer for.
He glared at the mouthy, strident girl, marking her face and saving it in his mind for later. Provided he didn't find out this was some colossal mistake and get out of here, retribution of some sort was always an option in his mind. His gaze swiveled to the white boy, and he snapped, "You should shut your pie hole. Your brains might fall out, son." Those words of wisdom delivered, Justice turned and strode for the staircase, feeling surprisingly alert. Maybe it was all the rage churning inside him. Once downstairs, his intention was to leave the house and walk until he found some explanation or some way out.