Crowd control sounded a bit messy, well, if that meant dealing with the crier's over there. But, maybe if he were lucky, acting a little charming or sporting a few jokes would help with that. And if anyone got out of hand, well there was always that too. Fun, fun. So crowd control probably wasn't the absolute worst thing he would have to do. But there was something about the way that she looked at him that bothered him. Something that just wasn't right.
Taking a step forward, he kept his voice low because he wasn't about to go and try to make her appear weak or look the fool in any way, but acting as if he were confiding in her about something, he asked, "You be alright den?" He didn't know if it was strain, stress, or whatever else was going on. Hell, if she did have a power and did fill out a form, it's not like he would have necessarily been privy to that information either. Smirking and trying to appear as friendly as he could without telling her how to do her job, he added, "Sure ya got better stuff to do den stand 'round here. More den 'nough of us, I be sure of it."