It didn't register at first that someone was talking to him. As if he couldn't easily be distracted on a decent day, this was one more mess introduced into the chaos. Between coming up with what he needed to do and trying to undo the knot in the tie, he'd walked right past the man addressing him until the voice struck a familiar chord and he hesitated, glancing back at him.
He recognized the kid almost immediately. It wasn't everyday he got to meet the Anti-Christ, much less negotiate with him to become a client of the firm. One hell of a strange Anti-Christ at that, at least when it came to the world ending, or a lack thereof. Whatever opinion was held by a few of the displaced citizens of Los Angeles about him, Lindsey had one that really didn't go either way. Live and let live.
The walk had done nothing to take the edge off his frustration and anger, so it took some control to keep from snapping at someone who just happened to be there, as good as it might've felt. "You could say that," he replied, managing a tight smile that was void of any humor or amicability. "It's Lindsey, Mr. Thorn. Sir is for the people who need to be scared of me."