The metal legs are new, strange, and would be imminently interesting if they didn't have bigger problems to deal with. He stops and hovers of a height with the guy, but out of arm's reach - that collared shirt covers where the devices go, and he's not going to take the risk. "I'm not touching the civs," he says flatly. "If they catch me in a crowd, I either kill them getting out or they slap a device on my neck. Either way, it's not happening." He knows exactly how dangerous he can be on the wrong side - he's been on the wrong side all his life.

But teamwork is going to be better than nothing here, right? "I can keep the monsters off you if you can handle the civs. Deal?" Easy enough, right? And if he catches this guy putting devices on instead of removing them, he'll know to take care of him first.