The smoke grenade's explosion startled Aaron. He crouched to the ground with Charlotte and held up his shield. He looked around even though it obscured his vision of where it came from. Because he was the impulsive sort, he chose this moment to complain. "You're the one with all that magical power, tellin me about my shield and mockin me, out hunting some big ol bad guy, yet you can't figure out who's throw grenades at us? How the hell is it that miss magical witch isn't any better than an average joe when it comes to this? It looked like it went off in mid air, must've missed." He looked for an exit to the alleyway, knowing that they would have a better chance against a gunman if they could behind a corner. This afternoon was supposed to be an easy job for burnout, and now it was turning into some mess involving a witch and who knows what else.