Ford stumbled into the alley with others. Its seems he had just missed the excitement. He didn't forget that he was the one that stopped the tornado. He pushed himself to the front of the line. Eager to see what damage had been done to his victim. It a very rare chance to see what that attack did to a person. Conduit or not he only ever used that when he had to, and never stuck around to see the after math. 

However what he saw was more than a dissatisfaction. There was nothing, no damage, no blood or gore. He stared at the rouge conduit for a moment before kicking him in the chest. He rubbed his hand against his face and the anger started to show.

"I shot lighting at this that was at least twice as hot as the sun and all I did was what? Knock him out? Make him reel and stagger a little? Next thing you know is one od of you will me that I missed him completely and just blinded him.... Better be worth something." The frustration and anger on his face more a little apparent.