He couldn't help but smirk when he saw the girl they called Little Bird, and when she rolled her eyes he made a very, very important connection. She was young. She was friends with Quinn. "W. Light." He pointed. The girl from the forums, who didn't seem to pleased for him to mention Quinn's name. It was funny how these things turn out. "We just appear to keep bumping into each other." His expression was still obvious under his bandana, but she clearly meant to hide her identity a little so he wasn't going to remove his.
At her words, he shrugged. "I don't see why people don't like vigilantes. I mean, look at me!" He managed not to laugh, but then stepped forward a little. It wasn't a threat, but it was a warning. "I don't tell Quinn because Quinn doesn't need to know. I think we're in agreement that she's small." Hands in pockets, he moved closer, looking maybe a little more dangerous that he'd intended to in his mind, but not in his subconscious. "I'd appreciate it if she didn't learn what I was doing. What would anyone gain from it?" This was Spoiler. Charming boy one minute, a man who'd spent years training the next. It kept him hidden. It didn't make him many friends.