Fenrir casually walked down the path. He was use to crowds of people who don’t know how to shut up, invasive questions, and the occasional ravings of a lunatic. The context might be different, but they still felt familiar. His eyes was focused right in front of him, however his ears keep turning from side to side. Fenrir could handle crowds, he didn’t like them, but he learned to tolerate them. The real problem was that felt like the perfect time for someone to attack them, and the sea of people will quickly turn into a liability. 

As he was walking, he snapped out of his haze and realized that while he was scanning the crowd for suspicious sounds, a reporter had put a mic in his face and several of them was calling his real name. [color=seagreen] “Firstly, it is Fenrir. But go ahead, ask your questions. It isn’t like I have anything better to do right now.” [/color] he said, as he keep walking forward at the same pace. 

One reporter asked, [color=cyan] "What is your relationship with the villain by the name Erland Calderson, who now goes by the name Loki?" [/color]

Fenrir bite his lip, looking around [color=seagreen] You are mistaking my boss for someone else. He might be a street thug, but he is a good man.[/color]

Another reporter asked, [color=lightblue] "What made you join this group? Was it order to get pardon for your past crimes." [/color]

He paused and shrugged his shoulders, [color=seagreen] "I just got bored. That and my old haunt smelled like rotting cheese." [/color]

A third reporter asked, [color=skyblue] "What do you think about the other members of this team?" [/color]

Fenrir looked around, [color=seagreen] "First time seeing them, but my first impression is that they are utterly useless. The only one that looks like he could handle a fight is Mr. Crazy over there." [/color]

Fenrir noticed that he was close to do the door, [color=seagreen] Ok no more questions, you social parasites. [/color] he said, and just picked up pace and went towards the door.