Thomas was about to get into the good bit of removing his frustration when he was suddenly brought short by an interloper, Turbo destroyed before he could even register an attack occurring. He was, however, able to register the condescending tone of the person speaking to him, and he quickly sought out where the voice was coming from, which appeared to be a cloaked figure in a tree above him, chewing on a candy cane. At least for a bit, until he vaulted to the ground.

"I had it under control," Thomas pointed out, this time most likely correctly, though there was no way to know for sure now that Turbo had been dealt with in so rapid a fashion. He squared off against the newcomer, keeping off his face as best he could the gut instinct reaction he had to the person's accusations. Keyblade at the ready, blade wavy with the bent light of the black hole spell on it, he eyes the man with evident distrust. "Who are you and why should I tell you anything," he asked defiantly in return. He had a feeling that this was not a 'good guy' ,given that he went around with an enchanted cloak to hide his face and all.