"Yep, no more vigilante heroism for you," he quipped. "Just hard time in the slammer. Even murderers would shudder to see you. 'That one there. She destroyed a Strider's face. Worst crime imaginable.' They would spit as you walked by." The imagined scenario was getting more absurd and he couldn't help but snicker at the mental images.

"Woah!" he had to dodge a little so she didn't hit his chest, her fist instead coming into contact with his arm. Still, he was impressed at her ability to track him. "Nice work. I'm flattered I have your rapt attention. Or rather, my shirt does." He grinned and paused time just long enough to jog to her other side, letting it flow normally again and waiting to see if she could find him quickly.