Felice huffed as he picked up the missing baton, switching into his smaller form and back to bring back to it's normal size. He was lucky that it had extinguished on its own after he threw it, or he might have gotten into trouble for burning the gym. If it could even be burned, that is. What exactly was this material? Placing the object in his vest with the other one, he turned to leave the gym, only catching some of what the grumbling girl had said. "I suppose that would defeat the purpose of a con, if nobody speaks to the artist." He mused.