He looked over the man's head almost as if he was looking for a way out of the conversation. He had to get away before someone decided to get lazy and take his loot that he had spent all of ten minutes stealing. Bender was a completely solitary teenager who enjoyed the destructive company of his peers, not some crazy guy clutching a bicycle like his life depended on it.
Bender noted that he kept glancing at the wreck of the television at their feet and he rolled his eyes. "You can take it if you want, buddy, but it's completely useless now." He murmured in an unfriendly tone. He could swear that this guy was more mental than Jack Sparrow. "Dublin?" he repeated incredulously. "You're in Los Angeles."