"Down those stairs," Michael directed the Pyro, "there's at least three of 'em, you gotta take point now 'cause you got the heavy weaponry."
He looked up at New Guy's question - Anton, right? Yeah, Anton, what's that, French or some shit? He talked like a Limey, though, and God only knows what they named kids over on that godforsaken island, right? - and grinned. "You miss that bit? Toldja it's vampires. You been sleeping through the past, I dunno, however-long-they've-had-vampires-in-Los-Angeles?"
He would've considered it nutbar himself before his first run-in with a demon, but right now he was way more focussed on the fight that was taking way too long to get here than on, you know, rational thought and shit.
"Don't worry, though," he added, "I won't let 'em get your ass, it'd be rude."