"Well, that's true, but," the young man, apparently named Silver, muttered as he scratched his head. His worry had less to do with whether or not she could handle the problem, so much as how much trouble that would be caused if the crazy is anything like the same type of person they were talking about. Usually when that type of crazy pops up, the chaos they can cause tended to make him question what faith he has in humanity just a bit. However, even if he was reluctant to let Jane within fifty feet of<span style="font-style: italic">yet another</span>crazy, when she made clear her intentions of going straight towards the problem instead of leaving... Well, he couldn't just let her walk straight into trouble without back-up, right?<span style="font-style: italic">'Why does she have to be so cute?'</span>He complained without any heat in his head, too used to his crush's habits to honestly muster up any annoyance.<br/><br/>When they found the guy from earlier who looked skilled, apparently the Garret guy they're looking for based on how the man started up a conversation as if he knew Alex. Given the annoyed look the courier gave the man, the silver-haired young man had a feeling he was right... A feeling that was replaced with dread as he realized<span style="font-style: italic">this is the same guy who was talking to the crazy.</span>As the now-named Trace revealed himself, Silver was already tensed up for potential attacks. Even the sudden surprise of the hug didn't make him release any tension, a detail Alex seemed to notice if the narrowed eye meant anything. His eyes widened slightly at the suddenly appearing sword.<span style="font-style: italic">'His Nuke?'</span>He thought to himself.<br/><br/>When Jane's bullets proved useless as black stone armor was revealed, he cursed under his breath. Nukes are already bad news, but Nukes with free-form shapes like this one apparently had tend to be an even bigger problem. Especially if said Nuke's material is strong enough to stop attacks cold, if Trace's lack of injury is any indication.<span style="font-style: italic">'Durable. It's power is in its durability, the ability to reshape itself near-instantly just makes it more dangerous via flexibility.'</span>In a situation like this, all that can really be done is get a role and fill it as quickly as possible. Since Silver lacked any method of harming the guy without getting close, he was going to instead take the role Jane had intended to give him before. He did his best to ignore the blades flying past his head at the black-haired Nuke user, grabbing a hold of the injured kid and pulling him somewhere safer.<br/><br/>"Hang on, don't go dying on me," he told Alan, a faint feeling of<span style="font-style: italic">Life</span>flowing through the brown-haired Syker's body, stemming the blood loss as the wound on his chest started to close itself up. "If nothing else, that one-eyed guy's probably going to stab me if you do die," Silver explained.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>"Dammit Garret," Alex growled under his breath as he fired another salvo at this 'Trace'. Normally, he's not one for hurting kids. Normally, he would give them a stern talking to when they do something stupid. Normally, said kids don't nearly kill someone in front of him by stabbing them through the heart. As one can tell, this situation isn't 'normal'. And Garret led the cause of it right to them.<br/><br/>Now, to be fair to the spear-user, he had no idea that the brat he was leading to them was a problem. As it was though, the courier only had a moment's warning when he saw the silver-haired young man tensing up before the newest entry in a long-list of annoyances was added, and he quite frankly was not happy about it. Which is why he didn't hesitate to shoot at Trace as soon as he finished talking, not even giving him a moment's respite by firing a second time. Unfortunately, as the blonde girl's gun so perfectly shown, simply shooting at the problem until it stops being a problem won't work. Which is why he was trying to figure out the general limits of that Nuke of his by aiming at different parts of his body in order to not give Trace time to recover.