[ He snerks and continues alternating between leading Wiccan past a barricade and falling behind to keep a lookout for everything. People. Plants. Robots. Busy night. ]

Don’t you lose your head. Pretty good advice, if you ask me.

[ He picks up a corner of his cape between two fingers like it’s a specimen and holds it up for inspection for five. Ten seconds. Until the silence makes the point for him.

Then, he gets two fingers under his collar and demonstrates the breakaway clasp, leaving him holding his cape a flourish. ]

Wouldn’t know anything about it. Prodigy has been here longer than I have. You’ll have to ask him for the details.

[ He likes David, but Tim recognizes some of his own traits there. He’s not going to open the door to blabbing each other’s secrets. ]