After Ansgar finished chewing up her jetpack, he growled at the villainess as she yelled at him about it being expensive, "Not as expensive as the surgery you'll need after I'm through with you!" Probably a bit overkill from a prospective hero, but anyone who knew Ansgar would likely surmise his extremist attitude towards crime. If it were an ideal world...Well, Little Miss Roxy wouldn't be singing any prison songs, or singing at all for that matter.<br/><br/>However, the timely arrival of the police halted any further action on his part; much as he would take great pleasure in making sure this little tart wouldn't cause trouble, he knew it would harm his chances if he killed her in 'cold blood'. So he would back off, giving the villain a death stare as she might be taken into custody. He practically even crushed the papers he was forced to sign, the stupid bureaucratic nonsense that only served to slow them down from hindering other villains.<br/><br/>However, he was so caught up that when a woman came over and started to talk to him, he jumped back in surprise, "Argh! Don't scare me like that! And it's not Drago...It's Drachen!" His German accent very evident, though much more guttural sounding from his current transformed throat; wasn't easy to talk given the structure of his airways. Practically pushing the paperwork into Detective Tracy's hands, Ansgar then tilted his head as she handed him a card; though that was the least interesting thing as suddenly a small bot starting running blue light over him.<br/><br/>Giving a loud and rumbling growl, he then snarled, "You have two seconds to put that thing away before I give it the same treatment I gave Roxy's little backpack." And as the robot scanned him, he was getting more and more agitated until it finally seemed to vanish. "And for the record...I don't<i>play </i>hero."