"Oh, we're tourists, can't you tell?" replied Mach with snide tone. By now, the cool down was finished and he could move again. As such, he used his newly recovered mobility to walk up to the newcomers, answering their questions in the oh-so-charming way that only he could, "We heard Confederate America is just the loveliest little vacation spot this time of year and came for some R-and-R." at that point he removed his helmet and dropped it on the ground. As useful as it was, there were times when he wanted to just breathe the air. After that he dropped the sarcasm and started responding with as much hostility that Joshua was showing. Hey, if the guy was gonna be an asshole, he'd better be able to reap what he sowed.

"First off, I have no [i]fucking[/i] idea how you got here, or why. Secondly, no, we're not the ones who [i]fucking[/i] brought you here so quit screaming at us as if we were." he looked Joshua dead in the eyes, not afraid whatsoever of the guy, "See? I can swear just as easly as you, pal. But seeing as how swearing like a sailor isn't gonna help anything, I'll just say this instead. Those two jerks were just that, jerks, trying to help their even bigger jerk of a boss become a God or some such ridiculous thing like that. We're basically the good guys trying to stop that from happening because, you know, we'd like the universe to stay intact and all. We're just looking for some Princesses with special powers to help us stop them. Translation? That means you better buckle up, Dorothy, cause Kansas is going bye-bye."