Mission chuckled at the mention of death, something he seemed all too familiar with. When he saw lights reaction he dropped his own cigarette and stepped on it pulling up his bandana. He flashed to all four corners of the square but didn't see anything. "What's wrong?" he said not seeing any immediate danger. You never could know entirely what you were dealing with in this world anymore. He pulled out his phone and checked the messages for any updates on the city's situation. There was nothing there, but Mission had only been in the city for a few weeks now and Light was the only other super he had ever talked to here. His power was not something he'd encountered in all his years.