He tilts his head slightly, much like the bird he now is. "I'm Jason. Jason Blaze." He looks at the insane women with the metal muffin, and sighs. "How did a conspiracy theorist maniac survive?" He shakes his head, and looks at Trevor. "I'm a martial artist, I enjoy drawing and painting, and my artwork seems to be following me." His wings flare out, igniting. "I still don't know what causes that, though I'm leaning on emotional surges." A detailed drawing of a sword scoots over to him, and he kneels next to it. He stretches out his talon, and picks up the drawing of the sword, lifting a sword made out of pavement. He drops it, and it turns back into a drawing. "Well. That happened." He rushes forward and grabs the crazy women's wrists, holding her in place, and plucking her "Oregon Immunizer" thing out of her hand. "What did you think that would do?"