Luke watched, somewhat amused, as Frosty stomped over to Shaggy and tossed him against the wall. 'Tough,' he thought, 'but not exactly Mr. Subtle. If he fights like he interrogates, he's way more out of his league than I thought.' He shifted once again to catch the shop girl as she tried to rise to her feet, only to fall back into his grasp, and maneuvered himself on the floor as unobtrusively as he could manage. He was mildly surprised when the suit picked himself up out of the rubble, but in truth part of him had expected it. Only an idiot would actually chase an elemental without a few tricks of their own up their sleeve. He glanced down at shop girl and shifted a little more on the floor, turning his gaze back to the men.<br/><br/>"Great. So now we've got a refrigerator and a can opener on our hands. Good news, Kitten; if this place goes out of business maybe you can open a home furniture department," he stage whispered to the dazed girl, his laughter barely stifled. Then he looked up at Shaggy as he spoke, and his grin turned from entertained to psychotic.<br/><br/>"Oh really, Shaggy? Well, you know what? I can count, too. First and foremost, this isn't an act. I really am a bastard." Luke tightened his grip on the girl with one arm, while the other reached back beneath his shirt. "Secondly, I'm not so sure I should 'get off her', as you say. She seems quite comfortable right where she is," he said, baring his teeth in a feral smile as he stared the men down over his shades. "And three, I'm not really that interested in the three of you getting out of this alive, anyway." And with that he withdrew his hand from behind his back, holding a pair of charged frag grenades. He threw the grenades recklessly, aiming for both Shaggy and the Popsicle and the agent, and as they left his hand Luke nueroactivated his personal gravity manipulator to wrap himself and his captive in a small, impenetrable, perfectly frictionless sphere of relocalized gravity. The blast was enough to pick them up and send them flying straight out through the broken storefront onto the street outside, where they landed unharmed. Immediately Luke shut down his pgm and swept the shop girl up over his shoulder, just gentle enough not to give the poor girl another concussion.<br/><br/>"Now, are you going to be a good girl, or will I have to tranq you?" he asked, calling back over his shoulder as he broke into a light run. He didn't wait for an answer, however, deciding instead to put as much distance between himself and the others as possible. Luke didn't honestly expect the grenades to kill the others, certainly not the agent and probably not the kid, but he was definitely hoping they'd spend a little extra time killing each other before starting the hunt for him.