God, this guy was all over the map. Wanted to fight, didn't want to fight. "Hmm, you not much fun, are you?" He said, then looked around pointedly, "What civilians am I tryin' ta hurt? I ain't touched none a 'dem. I 'tink something wrong 'wit you. You seein' things."
His eyes narrowed at the kid comment. He wasn't that much younger. "Hmmph. Ain't interested," he said, standing and lifting his palm from the car, hoping off. It had a faint glow to it. "You got anything ta pass on ta Rogue?"