The man blinks slow, his expression unmoved by the hero's appeal. Whether as one who's heard too much talk of the like with no payoff or it's just too unbelievable a thing to say is uncertain. All that is...is the flat stare. Unimpressed.

Image? A snort.

"Right. We wouldn't want that."

For a second, his gaze flickers away to somewhere beyond Barnaby. His eyebrows lift a little.

"Oh, good. Not much more of this left."