[he's good at not hearing what he doesn't want to, and doesn't ask for clarification. instead he crouches on the beam and peeks down at his now confused pursuers.]

There are always hostiles when I'm involved. I remain unpleasantly unsurprised.

[there's a quirk of his brow.]

You've a costume. Are you a some manner of Midgardian hero? Or are you a magical space-goer?

[well, he looks enthusiastic about it.]