Thomas looked at the reporter, glaring in confusion. Where else would he be trying to go? Who else would he be. He'd been perfectly clear about who he was.
"I am the one who should control all this, but I am stuck in this ridiculous body. This useless body, and my streets are still and silent. My people have no one to look after them, save that...." Thomas couldn't even spit out the Cowboy God's name; he just couldn't. He didn't bother saying the crone's either. The reporter had no power, so she was an easy one to attack.
"I have to listen to people like you complain. What right do you have to complain? Everything you could ever want is provided for you. No, I will find my way back, and then I'll show you all what your world would be like without my gifts." Thomas looked around, now where had he meant to go?