7532/The Sword and the Pen

The Sword and the Pen
Date of Scene:	18 May 2019
Location:	NYU Kimmel Center - Manhattan
Synopsis:	Unknown attackers try to assassinate Professor Xavier during a civil rights speech. Ororo, Sam, Doug and Quentin leap into action!
Cast of Characters:	Professor X, Cannonball, Kid Omega, Cypher, Storm

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Professor X has posed:
New York is bustling under beautiful, clear blue skies. The NYU campus is less busy, with only a few weekend classes. Students are spread around studying and living life.

NYU invited Professor Xavier to speak on the importance of peaceful mutant-human relations after the University of Dallas cancelled his lecture there. A low stage was set up outside the Kimmel Center on campus and Charles was introduced. Attendance was light. Some activists, some students, some academics and others had gathered to hear the professor speak. It is as pleasant an academic morning as one can imagine. A light breeze keeps the sun from being uncomfortable for those sitting in chairs or on the nearby lawns to listen. Charles has been speaking for a few minutes, thanking the university for the opportunity and recognizing the excellent work done by faculty and students of NYU to promote civil rights.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie has come witht he Professor today. He is wearing dress pants and a button up shirt. He has made a point of sticking close to the Professor, but trying not to hover. Looking like the other students here mostly helps.

Kid Omega has posed:
Quentin Quire is paying attention to the speech in a vague sort of way. He'd put it about fourth on his tier of simultaneous activities, just ahead of checking his Twitter feed and just after his Discord chat in the BringBackTheGuillotine channel. His primary attention is, of course, focused on his phone searching for memes. But he is at least recording the Professor's speech with his eidetic memory, so he can replay it later if it turns out the old guy said anything important, which he probably won't. Blah blah blah peaceful coexistence blah blah blah turn the other cheek blah blah blah boy are my arms tired.

He's clad in a canary yellow blazer over a fuschia button-down with a purple bow tie. His hair is spiked on top of his head in a pink fauxhawk, omega symbols shaved onto each side of his head. A pair of bulky black spectacles with a little skull and crossbones on the bridge sit on his nose.

Cypher has posed:
Doug is neatly dressed, hair combed, slacks, crisp shirt... and a red bow tie with white polka dots. He's studying the light attendance, and frowning, like something is nagging at the back of his mind. He's sitting nearby, one foot up on the chair, and someone who knew him well would know that while his attention seems to be on Xavier, he's taking the Professor's speech in, and then 'listening' to about six other things at once. He absently takes out his phone, and sends a text message.

Storm has posed:
Ororo Munroe is sitting next to Charles' assigned spot on his right side, with all the regal grace of a queen. She's clad in shades of blue, a floor-length dress with horizontal striping and a v-shaped yoke sewn over her breastbone. A half-cape of ultramarine blue hangs behind her right shoulder and her hair's done up in an elabourate upknot that exposes the shorn temples of her scalp. The stately woman sits quite still as Charles delivers his speech, smiling and applauding at the proper moments and otherwise giving Charles as much support as she can from her position. The outfit's decidedly culturally Kenyan, a nod to her dual-national status.

At one point she looks behind her when she hears the steady *taptap* of Quentin's thumbs on his phone. Nothing is said or suggested by movement-- she just gives the psychic wunderkind a level, steady look for several seconds that suggests his attention might be better focused elsewhere. Perhaps even looking 'not bored' by Xavier's speech.

But she simply turns her attention back to Charles and joins another round of applause at the tail end of a particularly poetic turn of phrase. Ororo is a disciple of the 'do as I do, not as I say' style of teaching.

Professor X has posed:
Charles speaks confidently in his practiced, self-effacing way. He makes a quip about being too old to keep up with the newest realms of discrimination and hate like the Information Superhighway. Then he pauses and reaches over for the glass of water set out for him.

There is a loud crack. Nothing seems to happen and people do not initially react much, it being just another sudden noise in a city full of them. The second crack has everyone's attention. The Professor is rocked backwards and blood spreads quickly through his tan colour suit jacket. His face his frozen in shock.

The screaming starts almost immediately. People in the chairs in front of the stage drop forward out of their chairs or start knocking over chairs. Some sit frozen in fear or confusion. Others on the grass start looking around trying to make sense of what is happening. Like oil on water people spread away from the stage.

A man can be seen on the rooftop of the Kimmel Center looking up from the scope of a rifle. One of the academics and a campus security start to run for the stage. Two men from the seated crowd and a man and woman who were sitting under a nearby tree also start running toward the stage. These last four move incredibly quickly. The two nearest men have pistols out in a flash.

Kid Omega has posed:
Quentin Quire happened to be on the perfect meme for the moment: That Escalated Quickly. He was trying to think of what manner of obscene gesture he could make at Storm that would both get under her skin yet be innocent enough that she couldn't actually punish him when suddenly violence erupts and the Professor is shot.

Well. That's not boring.

He responds quickly by throwing up a TK shield in front of the stage, trying to block any further shots as he starts to psi-scan for the shooter. Is he still sitting down and looking at his phone while he does all this? Yes, yes he is.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will start to pull his phone out to see the message, but at the first shot he is looking around, training kicking in. At the second shot he is moving towards the Professor, bu with Quentin, and Storm beside him, he turns, and with a jump he is blasting towards the roof. He "thinks" hard Kid Omega, Storm keep the Professor covered is he ok? Cypher any signs of there being more than one gunman?" He is in combat mode now.

Cypher has posed:
...Hesitate and you are lost. Doug's gaze flicked up to the sniper and he started to rise, but just a half-second too late. He kicks himself, mentally, because he should've seen this coming a mile away, and it didn't materialize out of the mist fast enough. "More headed for the stage. Three men and a woman. At least two of them have guns. Sniper's on the rooftop of the Kimmel Center. I didn't see him fast enough--"

Storm has posed:
There's a roar of wind whipped up from nowhere. It condenses into a tightly focused tornado with the podium and the X-men at the 'eye' of the storm. Dust and chairs are whipped up into a dangerous barrier that should, with Quentin's help, prevent anyone from getting a lucky shot off at someone who isn't aware of the TK shielding guarding the downed professor.

"I will attend the shooter on the roof," Ororo declares. Her blue eyes lift skywards, turning milky white. Clouds rapidly form in a perfect circle over the shooter's position and the air goes strangely dry as barometic pressures fluctuate wildly. Hail starts peppering the rooftop, great big rocks the side of a golf ball and falling with some real speed. Enough that no human shooter's going to stand around in the open with those rocks falling on them.

"Apply pressure to the wound," she orders Doug. "We need a medikit and we must stop the bleeding." As Samuel flashes towards the rooftop she lets up the pressure on the storm so he's not clipped by the hail, but keeps that tight nexus of whipping galeforce winds going to conceal them.

Professor X has posed:
Charles has gone very pale and there is a great deal of blood. From the way Charles winces and the patterns of tensing and guarding, Doug can see that something in his wound is actively hurting Charles. The Professor tries to say something but struggles against the pain.

Around the Kimmel Center people slow to stop. The academic that ran to the stage stands there with her hands covering her mouth, eyes wide, staring at Charles. The campus security officer is crouched, not moving, one arm raised to shield himself against the whirlwind of chairs. People leaving the area stop where they are, immobile, unresponsive. Except for five.

The two men running toward the stage fire shots as they charge past Quentin. The bullets riccochet harmlessly off the TK shield, but they keep firing as they advance at ridiculous speed. The man and woman further back that were running toward the stage are also still moving, just as quickly as the two men. They split at the back of the area where chairs are set. The man reaches behind himself, pulls out a pistol and starts firing rounds at Ororo when she takes off. The woman keeps running, draws her own weapon and shoots at cannonball as she sprints up the side of the seating area toward the stage.

The clouds appear, open up and golf-ball sized hailstones fall on the rooftop sniper. The man looks confused and raises an arm to shield his face as he looks up at the suddenly cloudy skies. Hailstones bounce of his arms, head and shoulders as if hitting hard surfaces. A small gash opens up in his raised forearm but there is no blood.

Just as they keep coming when every other mind but the mutants is brought to a halt, the attackers are just not there to the psionic senses, any more than the chairs are.

Kid Omega has posed:
The attackers not registering on his psionic radar actually gets Quentin's full attention, the boy genius looking up at last from his phone. He tries to telekinetically grasp one, to make sure that they're actually solid and not virtual and, if they are solid, he'll try to telekinetically break one of their arms to see if they're superdurable and robotic or if they're just makes humans with very breakable bones. He won't feel m uch regret either way and, in his experience, direct experimentation is the best way to get answers to a given hypothesis.

And in case any of them get saucy, he reaches out his hand and manifests his psychic shotgun, preparing to double-barrel the living bejesus out of anybody that takes a shot at him.

"I don't think they're people, so feel free to **** 'em up!" he calls out.

Cypher has posed:
Doug looks around, and then he's bounding onto the stage, he takes off his shirt, and applies it to the wound, it being the closest thing at hand. He's wearing a T-Shirt under it that says 'JUST CALL ME DNA HELICASE GIRL CAUSE I WILL UNZIP YOUR GENES' - he looks around, and then back down at Xavier.

"Don't talk, Professor," Doug says, holding the button-down shirt to the wound, heedless of the blood on his fingers, "Think it to me, think it to me- stay conscious, stay with me, old man, I know I'm not the mutant you picked but I'm the one you've got-" He scowls. "Something about the *bullet* - we need a DOCTOR!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's blast field protects him from most any damage, and so he ignores the gunfire at him, instead moving to grab the sniper off the roof. Not knowing for sure if these guys are human or what he is content with grabbing the guy and taking him upwards for now. The treat of being dropped often works to keep people from causing trouble.

Storm has posed:
"My thanks, Quentin. That simplifies things." Ororo hovers a few inches off the ground but stays in the shelter of Quentin's psychic shield. Once the baseline humans start going down, she rises a bit higher and the storm's intensity increases. A flying woman with white hair is going to stand out if anyone gets asked about who was with Xavier, after all. Her eyes go milky white and Ororo clenches a fist in the air. A stroke of lightning discharges from the curve of her knuckles, plows through the blurring debris around her, and smashes directly into the charging aggressors. It's at the maximum limit of what a human could safely absorb... just in case Quentin's wrong on this count. Ororo doesn't want to add any more bodies to the one already on the ground.

Professor X has posed:
<Push it through... Find something and push it all the way through the wound...> Charles sends to Doug. His control is strained and Doug gets a sense of the twisting pain the Professor is feeling.

The sniper weighs a ton. Well, perhaps not a ton, but at least 500 lbs. And he is ridiculously strong relative to his body weight. The man uses Cannoball's grip as the lever point to twist his body toward Cannonball and grab at his neck with the other hand. The move puts well over 500 lbs of torque against Cannonball's grip and one can imagine how strong that hand will be if it gets around one's neck.

The two men running through the seats and shooting at Xavier are struck by blue-white lightning flowing from Ororo. There is a massive flash of light as they are hit and go flying backward. The concrete is scorched where they stood and they both land a good 40 feet back from where they were and their inertia skids and rolls them another 5 feet along the ground. They collide with three other people as they fly through the air, sending them tumbling like bowling pins. The two shake their heads and start rising immediately. Their clothes are charred and blown apart in the front, and the skin on their chests is peeled back with crisped dark edges. Silvery metal torsos show through underneath.

The woman shooting at Cannonball keeps it up, seeming not to care her compatriot is with him. The man that shot at Ororo has stopped and is looking around between the frozen people for something.

Kid Omega has posed:
Quentin Quire finds himself vindicated by the metal revelation underneath the surface of the men, "Oh, I'm going to be taking one of those apart, yes, I am," he says, almost as excited to see the circuits inside the thing as he is to, y'know, help save the life of one of the most inspirational and visionary mutants of the modern age.

The most inspirational, of course, would be him.

The simplest solution is always to make something helpless. IF something tries to walk, if it's bound by gravity, then it likely isn't going to do very well in the air. So his response to the rising robots is simply to TK them at the scruff of their necks like naughty kittens and dangle them in the air so they can't walk anywhere.

Cypher has posed:
Doug grimaces, and then says, "Through the wound? I must be out of my mind--" He looks at the blood on his fingers, and then reaches into the pocket of his slacks and pulls out a sleek black pen, before he reaches into Xavier's pocket and finds the case for his reading glasses, which he puts between the Professor's teeth.

"Take it from a man with experience, this is going to hurt A LOT- and I hope I don't do more harm than good. God, there's so much blood-" He steels himself, and gets to work on that bullet with the pen.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will look for a building in the area that looks like it is being tore down or condemmed so it should not hurt anyone and with a "See ya wouldn't wanna be ya." the guy grabbing at Sam is released angled to head towards said building, as Sam moves to circle back towards the group. He will try to get through to Quintin if the other is running the telepathic com. "What we got going on down there?"

Storm has posed:
Quentin and Samuel are doing a number on the attackers, and it frees up Ororo to clamp a hand over Doug's wrist with a surprising, often-restrained strength. "What are you /doing/?" she demands of Doug, aghast. She pushes the pen aside, rips off her own blue stole, and pushes it against the wound. She puts Doug's hands on it, puts her hands on his, and applies pressure until the Professor protests in pain. "That hard. Hold that much pressure," she orders Doug in a tone of uncompromising authority.

"Quentin!" Ororo says, and raises her voice so she can be heard. "We need a trauma kit to stop the bleeding!" she calls over the roar of wind. "Can you find us one?"

She tries to prop up Xavier's head a little and hovers near him, projecting an aura of calm assurance to ward off the spectre of him going into shock.

Cypher has posed:
Doug looks up at Ororo and says, through gritted teeth, "He *said* to. That's coming from the Professor, not me. There's something abnormal about the bullet. The shot's bloody, but I think it's going to kill him before an EMT can get here. It's *got* to come out, one way or another." He looks at the blood on his fingers, and then says, "I'm worthless here. ...Worthless." He puts his hands back over the shirt, over the bullet.

Professor X has posed:
The two men hit by Ororo rise into the air. One thrashes wildly, trying uselessly to free himself from grip of whatever has hold of him. The other reaches up to fire the gun that is no longer in his hand and freezes for a moment. He sees his compatriot thrashing and glares pure hatred at Ororo. Then his body goes slack like someone turned off the lights. Smoke starts seeping out between joints in the exposed metal, accompanied by the smell of burning plastic as delicate circuits melt. The shell, however, keeps hanging like a limp marionette.

The woman shooting at Cannonball has given up and is running toward the stage with a look of mad determination. The man she was with sees Quentin sitting calmly with his phone among all the frozen people. He raises his gun and fires.

The arc is actually rather beautiful, an imaginary parabola traced through the air between buildings. The sniper misses his grab for Cannonball and flies toward the Martin building, which is covered in scaffolding. The sniper rolls up into a tight ball as he falls, gripping his ankles. He passes out of sight going through the netting of the Martin building scaffolding and then through a wall.

<Please... Get it out...> the Professor sends weakly to Doug. As Doug presses down on the bullet wound he can feel something vibrating in there. Very slowly, people start to move, just slightly, but it's perceptible. In the distance, sirens start up.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will aim for the running woman, the guy in the air smoking means he can pour on the speed. He aims to hit her full on, and either go through her or send her flying far and wide from the stage and people.

Kid Omega has posed:
Quentin Quire flies up to the stage. He doesn't particularly care about sirens and he's certainly not afraid of the authorities. And, for all the crap he talks about the old guy, he still knows the world's probably a better place with Charles Xavier in it rather than moldering beneath a giant ugly bronze statue of himself. And, really, they'd put the wheelchair in it and what's the point of a statue with a wheelchair? Where's he even going?

He focuses his attention on Charles, putting a hand on Doug, "We got him, Parseltongue," he says and he shows his supergenius at this point. He may not technically be a doctor, but he has absorbed a wild variety of anatomical and medical knowledge from textbooks, wiki sites, WebMD, the Mayo clinic's secret server that he hacked when he was thirteen looking for Glenn Danzig's medical history and, of course, studying biomedicine to make sure he didn't accidentally overdose on recreational narcotics.

He snakes TK into the wound, searching for the bullet and sealing off the bloodflow around it, staunching the rest of the wound with soft mental pressure, providing a sort of psychic tourniquet, "I get the feeling your bullet's still trying to dig around, so I'm going to see if I can grasp it. You ever play Operation, Professor? Make your nose glow red if I hit anything vital..."

Cypher has posed:
Doug releases his hands, and drops back onto his knees. He lets Quentin take over, and quietly gets out of the way, his expression dark and difficult to read.

Professor X has posed:
The woman running at the stage is a world-champion at being goal-focused. To be fair, most people don't expect flying men from the sky. Cannonball slams into her at speed and she is thrown off her feet, her own momentum vanishing in face of his. She sails through a campus directory sign, breaks the arm off a statue and careens through a bike rack and into the hedges beyond.

Quentin rises up and casually flicks the man aiming at him aside. He flies backwards a good 10 feet and marks up the grass when he lands, but manages to hang on to his gun, though a round goes off randomly. He gets up to his knees and fires three more shots at the stage but they fly away as well. The man grimaces, then turns and sprints away, weaving between and jumping over stilled people just starting to come to life again. The limp man falls to the ground with a metal thud and does not move.

Quentin sense the bullet. It's bullet shaped, anyway, but it's clearly a machine. Sections of its casing spin in different directions, covered in tiny sharp protrusions. The thing has been chewing up tissue it touches until it is sealed off by Quentin. The Professor's eyes go wide as the bullet is pulled out and then he goes limp. The bullet bounces around like a captured fly inside the little telekinetic bubble Quentin has formed, making little buzzing sounds when it rubs against the energy barrier.

People snap into motion, running and screaming as if they had not just missed moments of their lives. Sirens are getting closer, and through the landscaping Ororo, Doug and Quentin can see an ambulance pull up and stop, waiting for the police presumably.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will land heading over to Quintin, and Doug. He will ask Doug. "How is the Prof?" Reading people might not be his super power but he knows Doug, and is worried they have lost the professor.

Kid Omega has posed:
Quentin Quire sticks close to the Professor and barks a few basic instructions at the EMTs when they come to attend the fallen teacher, giving them precise instructions on the depth and location of the wound. "I'll draw a diagram of it on your damn face if you give me a pen," he says to one recalcitrant attendant.

He's not going to worry too much about chasing down the baddies. They're obviously Sentinelish, Sentinelesque, something in the general robotoc anti-mutant pestilence category. He's going to keep the bullet, though, for purposes of analysis, keeping it TK wrapped and buzzing in his pocket. Yes, that is a bullet in his pocket. No, he's not happy to see you.

"Well. He's not dead." he answers Sam.

Storm has posed:
Ororo straightens and stands on her feet, and draws fog and wind around them podium. More concealment and obfuscation. "Doug, please assist Samuel, but be discreet," she advises the Master of Languages. "Try to hide your face and do not use your powers if you are in the open. I will keep the fog up until we have the professor safely away. Quentin," she says, looking to the psychic. "Are you able to move him without making the wound worse?" she asks. Her culture alto remains perfectly calm and crisply professional. Ororo's not one to panic in a crisis.

Cypher has posed:
"...He'll live." Doug says, looking down at Xavier, before he gets up, and looks at the blood on his fingers. "...No thanks to me." He turns, and walks away, towards Sam's position. Hide your face. He winds up tying his t-shirt around it like a ninja. He looks up at Sam, and exhales, "...Just tell me what you need me to do."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will look to Doug "Looks like you did as much if not more than ah could have in the situation." He willtell the other man, and will pull a balkl cap out of his back pocket and pull it on hiding his facr some. He will make to lead Doug into the crowd so they can see if there any sentinel parts they pocket, and also make sure there is not a secondary attack.

Professor X has posed:
Police officers come running across the landscaping from the road with their guns drawn. They converge on the podium and the downed attacker. Some run off after the one that tried to shoot Quentin as students point and shout about where he went. The first officer on the stage looks down at Charles and the group around him and calls over the radio for the paramedics to come to the stage. The paramedics run in, one waving his hand in front of his face to clear the 'smoke' from the... Whatever happened here. They are very business-like as they get to work on the Professor.

"Are you a doctor?" one of them asks Quentin after he details the injury. Barely waiting for an answer, the medics get Charles wrapped, on a board, in head blocks and onto the gurney. Charles grabs Doug's wrist and squeezes it weakly just before he is rushed off to the ambulance.

"What the hell happened here?" the first police officer asks Ororo, her presence just naturally drawing his attention as the person likely to be in charge. "Is anyone else hurt?"

Kid Omega has posed:
Quentin Quire nods, "Yup, with the bullet out, he should be fine to transport. Lemme know if you see anybody who looks like they need their brain cleaned out with a mental Q-tip. Hmmmmmmmmmmm. Q-tip. I should find some way to market that."

When the guy asks him if he's a doctor, Q gives him a blank stare, "Yes, I'm 47 years old, my name is Dr. Noah Schweinbach and I'm the senior cardiologist at Johns Hopkins Medical centre. I'm here to lecture at Columbia about deep vein thrombosis and the vitiligo effect. I'd give you my card, but they're covered with the blood of the poor man who's been shot and needs your attention while you're asking me for my qualifications. Now move your ass, Tito."

Storm has posed:
"Officer. Officer!" Ororo raises her voice to a sharp level, letting panic into her tone. She waves at him, looking utterly relieved-- and distracting everyone from Sam and Doug joining the crowds trying to flee the scene. She backs 'Dr. Schweinbach' unconditionally and on the spot improvises a story about a sniper, two shooters, and then men in government uniforms intercepting them. She trusts Quentin's talents to turn the little lie into something tangible and believable. After all, subtle lies are better than bald faced ones. The police move away to interrogate others, and Ororo gives Quentin a prim look. "Must you always bait the constabulary?" she asks him, with a tone of weary resignation. She knows the answer before she asks, of course, and touches the communicator in her ear. "Doug, Sam-- I will meet you and return to the Mansion. Quentin, you go with the professor and keep him safe." Ororo's not really a fan of the iconoclastic Quire, but she is more than willing to set aside her pesonal feelings in favor of some professional respect. Quentin's probably better suited than anyone to deal with another ambusher. "Doug, I need you to tap into local communications. Check for shortwave transmissions or coded intercepts-- something with machine life. Samuel, you need to keep Doug safe until he's gathered the intelligence. I will stay here and keep the constables occupied until we can leave with the crowd," she decides. "Is everyone clear on their task?"

Cypher has posed:
"This was all planned ahead of time." Doug tells Sam, "I could see it. They were working together but they weren't improvising, this was a rehearsed, planned assassination attempt. There was nobody giving them live direction." He takes out his phone, and swipes his thumb over it, opening an app, "But I'll still check for data transmissions, and see if maybe they're in the process of reporting back.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods a bit to Doug and over the subvocal he will say "We are going to do a circuit and see if any trail or stroings to pull, meet you back at the car?" He will ask Storm, as he leads doug the way the woman run a bit but not to far into unknown territory

Professor X has posed:
Doug and Sam slip away easily in the confusion and walk off. The woman's impact point is very clear, and so are her initial footsteps through a flowerbed. They are deep. But then she must have run onto the pavement and there is nothing else. People are gathering now, heading in the direction of the stage. Sam and Doug walk past mystified and worried people asking each other questions. Police are starting to set up a cordon and ask people if they saw anything, but there is really nothing else that catches the attention.

The event is like a little starburst online. The shot happened and little points of light pop up across the grid; phone calls, texts, video, 911 calls. Logs stream across Cypher's phone screen. Random noise plays out in the background, the dense web of information flows and connections that underlay New York. One little spark though shows up at the exact time of the first shot, and the little explosion of ensuing data traffic doesn't start until a few seconds after the second shot. That spark is a far right website. They tweeted about the attack before anyone, then had low-quality, jerky cellphone video improbably quickly after the second shot. The site is associated to a guy named Tanner Bryant who is linked to a Facebook account that has a link to a business address that is in lower Manhattan where his Google account pings him at the time of the shooting. A pay as you go cellphone calls his cellphone for about 5 seconds then hangs up. Two other pay as you go cellphones call /that/ pay as you go phone pinging off towers that are about in range of the two cyborgs who ran off, and a third from a a tower near a subway station near the Martin building. Those calls last 2 seconds each. Those numbers appear to have only ever been used by random pay as you go customers before.

The police eventually settle down and start interviewing people. A couple people ask Ororo whether she saw anything seem to lose interest and move on to other witnesses.

The EMTs pack Charles into the back of an ambulance and Quentin is allowed to hop in with them. They look unsure what part of his snark was sarcasm, and keep looking at him sideways as they work, as if expecting him to jump in. The ambulance is on its way in short order.