Ted Turned around quickly as he heard the words, wrinkling his nose as he saw the old man, Scott Nexton, the man he had saved yesterday. "Y-You?" Ted asked him, confused for a minute, but when he thought it over, it made sense that Scott would be The Vigilante. Regaining his composure, Ted grunted. "Yeah, I suppose I am. Hope the pay's good." He joked cynically. Noticing the older man's glare at the cigarette in his hand, Ted scoffed, digging into his pocket. "You want one?" He said dryly, flipping the bud he had between his fingers into a trashcan, before getting out another one and lighting it.

"Not actually a smoker, but desperate times." Ted grinned as he lit the cigarette again. "You really wanna talk here?" He asked, nodding towards the few people who were walking through the park.