The inkblots shifted once again. He watched her handle the other criminal, and watched him take off like a bat out of hell. He didn't do a damn thing to the guy.
Afterwards, he used the grappling gun to sort of rappel down the side of the building, then retracted it. "Your way," he told her, gesturing at her. "My way." He gestured at himself.
Then he did something that people from his own world probably wouldn't have expected. He crossed his arms, and after a moment, the inkblots changed again. "...Prove your way is better." He sighed deeply, the first sign of emotion from him this entire time. "Been wrong before. Maybe..." He didn't really know how to finish that sentence. "Prove it," he said again.