He watches the man for a while, relenting somewhat as he studies him. This had been his initial idea anyway. Play up the lost child routine. The flaw is how much it actually makes his skin crawl the longer he puts on the act.

Does it really matter right now anyway? They could have already passed through here for all he knows. So he flexes his jaw, and seems to be able to successfully subdue the hostility he was indulging in.

"Hargreeves." That comes out with a held breath. He just had finally managed to gather them together, and they scatter again. It's exhausting trying to keep those idiots alive. Having said that much, he runs down the names: "Vanya, Luther, Diego, Klaus, and Allison. If you happen to run into them."