No. [It's an earnest, if slightly dismissive answer, and he gestures uselessly with a hand, the other returning to nestle in his coat pocket and pick at the worn burrs of wool within. He keeps his eyes on the kids for another moment, watching as they run off to-- I don't know, continue having no supervision whatsoever with their freaking hoverboards. Likely nearly get hit by five more cars.]

You're some guy in a mask grabbing up kids. ,small>[...from danger, but hey, right now he's just deflecting this blue guy's question, not legitimately reasoning things out.

Still, though, he lifts his head slightly to look over the... thing. Hero. dude. A bit more closely.]

...So this's really what the military wants to pay us to do? Babysit kids?

[Sorry, Jaime. Dude's dealing with existential issues and general angst. Gotta direct it someplace.]