Yeah. [He feels himself getting more pissy, his nose scrunching as he settles on a disdainful look, with his voice becoming increasingly bitchy.] Sure is funny when I can possibly kill someone.

[Man, this just sucks, figures that the first mutant he's finally found is this world is this huge asshole. He doesn't magically feel any less alone or anything, just pissed off. His initial impression was right; he should've just left him alone and let some other idiot deal with him. It's actually pretty tempting to just leave right now and scowl elsewhere, because Scott has a distinct impression that the older kid is just a big pain in the ass no matter what.

But he doesn't turn away, or start walking off, although his shaded gaze is still on edge as he tries to measure him up. It's clear that Quentin has his attention.]

Okay. How the hell do you know so much about me? Didn't know I had a fan.