Once the surprise of seeing who it is in front of him wears off it's just that neat circle Warsman notices, like a planet's gravitational field in reverse. It's a bewildering image, and he struggles to make sense of it for the few moments before he remembers the boy's abilities- though even then he's not sure what to make of it. He'd never have guessed that its effects would be so far-reaching.

"Something like that," he answers, just as awkwardly. The man he is now is precisely the man he didn't want to expose right away, blood-stained and battle-ready. Ideally he'd have confined that face to the dark of the night, but it's turned out that said night is far more unusually populated than he originally thought.

He looks down at his claws, glinting faintly in the dark, and quickly lowers his hands so that the blades are safely by his side. "I came through here earlier this week and didn't like the thought of how it might look at night. I was right to be worried." He pauses. "What are you doing out here?"