[...Damn, so the guy didn't have much more information than him. Shoulders lowering as his muscles relax, the tension filtering from them, he lets out a short, almost-disappointed exhale. At least this... blue... wing-dude was forthright enough.]

Yeah. Good thing you could. [Because like hell Shinjiro had any powers that he could use to stop that. Hell, even if he'd been able to call out his Persona, sticking a freaking gun to his head in the middle of the street would probably make him the next to get whisked up by some dumbass do-gooder.]

Damn it... I was kinda hoping someone'd know a bit more-- [But wow this is distracting, so:] The hell're you wearing, anyway?

[And why.]