As the man on the bike drew closer, Noh-Varr could make out the figure as he stood with what looked to be a chain around him. Clearly this wasn’t any ordinary human, despite appearances, if he was intentionally getting involved in this. Most others the Kree had observed, though putting on a brave front at first, often turned tail and tried to save themselves as soon as the danger was registered. Humans were weak. This one however seemed different, but Noh-Varr couldn’t put his finger on it.<br/><br/>The first words from the man’s mouth made Noh-Varr want to question his own judgement. How many times had a human asked those exact words or something similar when they already knew the answer? Not responding, the Kree waited as the man approached, only stopping when they were only a short distance from one another.<br/><br/>The man’s next words confused him. If he didn’t want any trouble, why was he here? He could have easily ignored what was happening like all the other humans who had simply gone about their business. And what did he mean he had no choice over what would happen? When it seemed as though no answers were coming, Noh-Varr looked the man over, his head tilted to the side.<br/><br/>“You are in the wrong place if you wish no harm done.” He spoke coolly, not yet moving from his stance. “You are not the target. I would suggest leaving if you know what’s good for you.”