Whilst in the middle of examining the can in a bid to determine if it's any good, he quirked his head to the side when he heard a very<span style="font-style: italic">distinctive</span>gunshot. One that he recognized right away, as well as guessing who would be pulling the trigger of it. Huffing slightly, he put the can back before putting back the rest of what he was going to purchase, no time for check out after all. Just as he turned around to leave, the silver-haired young man stiffened slightly as he heard and saw the rambling going on over by the two he analyzed earlier. It took less than a second for him to get a read on the speaker.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Anticipation, he's REALLY looking forward to their answer. Glee, he is disturbingly happy at the thought of finding who he's looking for. Attitude is similar to some of Jane's targets,'</span>he thought to himself, recognizing the signs.<span style="font-style: italic">'Dangerous, very dangerous.'</span>Biting back a curse, he took a quick glance to see if he could find a way out without drawing the likely crazy's attention, or at least not in a way that would get him stabbed or something. He'd really rather not get stabbed. Glancing at the shelves, he had an idea.<br/><br/>There was a loud thud, followed by the sound of a bunch of bottles shattering. Anyone who'd look over in the source's direction would notice the silver-haired young man was now covered in various liquids. "Ah! Crap crap, sorry about that!" He shouted.<br/>"You idiot, what are you doing?" The clerk muttered.<br/>"I'll just go wash up, I'll be back to help clean up!" With that, he dashed towards a sign with the universal sign of a restroom. If anyone bothered to investigate the site of the apparent destruction, they'd note a few oddities. Namely, how the break seemed oddly uniform, and that there seemed to be a small pile of grey dust on the ground.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>At first, it seemed like the girl was going to try something anyway; as such he prepared himself to dash in to grab her by the shoulder in an attempt to stop her. Instead, she froze up as soon as she saw him. Seeing her face lose all color, he narrowed his eyes slightly as he recognized the look she was taking on. Her sudden shout had solidified his guess, the girl's got a chip on her shoulder. A really bad one, given her reaction. The attention she brought to his scar made it clear who was responsible for her grudge, and her assumption he might work for the one who gave it to him rankled at him.<br/><br/>Which is why the courier walked closer with a distinctly DISGUSTED look on his face. "His name is Cirino," he started, a complete lack of concern about the gun in his posture. "I met and fought the bastard a few years ago." Now within arm's length, he grabbed the barrel of the gun and aimed it up and away while giving her a look right in the eye that conveyed his irritation. "And finally, I find it<span style="font-weight: bold">insulting</span>that you would think I would work for him to begin with," Alex finished, understating just how annoyed he is. "He scarred me and took my eye, so I gave him a scar in turn."