Carson had been a little bit wounded by the girl brushing off his power as if he was not more than a child talking madness and he nearly got spiteful enough to tell her that he didn't believe her. It would have been a lie, he did believe her, he believed that every poor soul in this coffee place was stuck in the same little hell as him right now. It was horrible but it also felt so good to be validated, he wasn't alone in this and he didn't need to feel like the sky could fall on him at any moment. It didn't exactly feel like the sky could fall anymore but it felt like it had already fallen and here he was stuck in the rubble. He didn't feel like kicking clouds but his mood wasn't soaring in the slightest, he was actually feeling sort of petulant and cramped. It was nearly the same thick fog that had settled over him at the party- [i]it was definitely time to become a hermit.[/i] 

"[color=00a651]You all have such great powers, I'm so happy to have witnessed some of them. Grand show to Ash and his horrifying flames of doom and a grand show to Curtis and the floating tiles- A grand show to you all! Truly wonderful![/color]" he sputtered absently, mostly in a mumble that could have gone completely without notice. "[color=00a651]But I can't summon my power-maybe it's not even a power! Maybe I [i]was[/i] drunk![/color]"

These people were better, even the freakish powers of other people were better than his freakish powers, he just wanted them all to go about their business while he made an exit route. Rose quickly gave a rundown of her power-- it almost seemed that she wanted out more than he did and Carson decided that her power could be very useful in a positive way. He nearly wanted to tell her but auto pilot had taken over his body and he was standing up to make his way to the door. It was submerged in flame but burning the living hell out of himself seemed like a better option than sulking right now and that's exactly what he was about to do if he stayed here any longer. Maybe it was just him- maybe he was just not meant to-

He made it maybe a step away from his seat before scrambling back in what could only be identified as blatant horror.

The door had busted open like something out of an episode of a bad seventies cop drama and the man who strolled in was completely encased in armor. It was awe that filled his sky blue eyes for a moment, some edge of his story telling mind was incredibly impressed by the being with the gun clutched in his hand. It swamped his fear for a long moment while he tried to figure out what setting this individual would have belonged to. He could see an amazing scene of rising chrome buildings and the charred remains of what once was, he could see entire floods of images and he-

Did he say, "You [i]all[/i] can give up"? The redhead shook away his faint admiration long enough to squint at the man, his mouth setting down at one corner. [i]What did he do to this strangely terrifying power-ranger? He didn't remember pissing anyone off lately-or did this guy just like killing kids in coffee shops? Was that how he got his sick kicks? Was he a serial coffee shop murderer?[/i] Carson wracked his brain for any mention of him on the television but nothing came forth except for a vague sense of unease that he was avoiding the point. He knew that sometimes he flew straight over exactly what was happening and he knew he was doing that. [i]This man wanted to wipe them out for some reason, he could guess why if he tried hard enough.[/i]

"[color=00a651]Totally expected fourth option from that guy that gets killed in the horror movies-[/color]" another nervous laugh, more pitched and frightened then before. "[color=00a651]You [i]do[/i] settle down as Rose suggested and we all go home, get a nice dinner, try to forget that I think I'm going to have a heart attack and die. Like right here before you can kill me yourself.[/color]"