[Flat is really still trying… God bless him. Demeisen just gives him a puzzled, incredulous look, a little impressed at the one-track nature of his mind. It must be like a hamster endlessly running on a little wheel in there.]

I’m not a tour guide, kid.

[Looking around outside will be considerably riskier if he has to take care of a squishy little human the entire time. It’s not the way he prefers to get things done.]

If you want to go out and risk your neck by yourself, though, be my guest. [He waves a hand, apparently completely unconcerned with the prospect of suggesting random teenagers wander out into the night, never to be seen again.] Though, fact that your best bet at survival is sprinting for cover doesn’t bode well for your chances.

Maybe you should stick to screen; let someone else who’s been out there entertain you.