How. How did that little interaction not end in absolute disaster? Should he… keep going? 

Sorrel gave an awkward smile back, one that bared all of his teeth. They were extremely sharp, pointy— of course, due to his angelic ancestry. “That’s very noble of you,” Sorrel chirped, before holding back his tongue. No shit! This dude was entirely fine risking his life to stop fires n’ save lives. He’s… probably had to deal with a few of the radioactive fires Sorrel accidentally started while donning the Gamma-Burn mask. That… felt awkward, yet again. He just clasped his hands behind his back to stop himself from awkwardly stimming and messing with his hair. Of course, he still messed with the hair string on his wrist and enjoyed the little [i]snap[/i] feeling it did against his skin. 

Now, the cogs in Sorrel’s head started turning, and his voice escaped him before he could filter anything. “I wonder… if there were more unpaid positions in places like the DNCC or the police, or just the United States government in general, would it be less corrupt, more caring about the people..?” 

Shut UP. Sorrel! Shut the fuck up! “I mean… shit, if you had a normal person running the treasury maybe they’d give a bit more of a shit over inflation, haha.” Atrocious save. Sorrel wanted to simply transcend through realities and hide in a little pocket dimension. Sorrel wanted to evaporate right then and there.