It wasn't unheard of for stupid teens to come by thinking they ruled the world and that the homeless weren't even people. It ranged from encounters like today - which were wholly harmless to everything except their feelings - to full out sociopathic torture. The homeless were the next step up from harming small animals. Christian truly feared and despised the kinds of people who came by drunk or otherwise to inflict harm on those less fortunate. The worst part was that he couldn't do anything with his powers without risking revealing himself as part of the Wonderlands.
He was sure that despite all their kindness, the people in Utopia would all have different opinions of him if they knew what he did in his spare time. And if they knew he had a source of income, however minuscule. He couldn't risk his standing in the only place in the world he had left even by protecting them. Of course if it ever came down to it, he would do it to save a life.
Today it was easy enough for him to bristle up but do nothing. McGuire was still asleep on his shoulder and Christian made sure not to move so much that he'd awaken. He just glared holes into the people before them. It felt ridiculous not being able to do anything, especially with mannequins he could animate in walking distance. Their voices lost meaning in his mind and just sounded like a droning horrible tone playing under all his thoughts... it would be so easy to just...
But something made him stop, another person approached. The teens scoffed but they decided it wasn't worth getting into it anymore with someone else there, so they started to walk away. Christian let out a sigh of relief, he was thankful for that more than anything else and he wanted to tell her it was fine, that he didn't need anything. But McGuire did. "Thanks. I'm okay, but this guy wouldn't mind a decent meal. Or y'know... whatever you have." he finally jostled his shoulder and his friend started to stir.
"Hey McGuire wake up, someone's here." he knew that would get his friend up in a hurry because it could mean anything from attackers to cops to charitable kindlings. He had been so caught up with his anger and thoughts that the hadn't taken a moment to consider why her voice was familiar to him, he hadn't even begun to try and place her yet.