[He gives a slim smile, one that's more superior than it is friendly. Of course it's smart. He's a genius.] I'm from New York, if that's what you mean, but I tend not to put down roots...

[He pauses, watching, then a metal tentacle snakes from under his coat and flicks aside a part of a car door in Chance's way, tossing it aside as easily as if it were made of paper.]