To say that the spectacle that played out before him was a tad ridiculous would have been an understatement. The girl that had been contracted to work for his employer at one point had her jacket on fire, which she tossed to the ground with a heavy thud, while trying to calm down a squirrel that was flailing around in her hand. It all spoke of comedy but he didn't seem to laugh in the least, he found some entertainment value in it though. The jacket was weighed, judging by how it hit the ground he'd figure how much it weighed and try to make an assumption on how much it probably effected her movement. She was stronger than her appearances showed, much like himself. With his power continuing to flow into his spear as the moments went on he'd look to the sky to the disk that hovered above them, it was dark. But then suddenly he heard something in his ear. His head looked down to the ground, eyes turning to the left as if he were trying to look at his left ear. He'd lower his spear, now holding it mid shaft with his right hand so that the head hovered mere centimeters from the ground. The middle and index fingers of his left hand pressed against his ear.

"Pack your pet away. The Company is calling us back. Apparently something happened." Then, casually, he'd turn and walk off while drawing the power in his spear back into himself.