[Henry affects at being unassuming, quiet and polite, though there is something about his demeanor that is particularly, a bit too keenly, needling. Observing, with something churning behind his eyes that never quite makes it past the filter of his mouth.

But it's probably fine.

For all her anxieties, he does little more than step into the ice cream shop, ignoring how the decor absolutely rankles him. There's music playing, some song he doesn't know, but he ignores that with even more prejudice. Henry isn't all that imposing, for what it's worth; he might stand at six feet tall, but he's all lanky limbs, very noodly.]

I haven't been following anyone. I just wanted to see what's new in the city. And your commotion compelled me to see what was going on in here.

[And that's true enough. Henry's pale brow arches when she calls his telekinesis magic, and even a little higher when she asks if this is his city. What a thought. No, it's just one more prison to add to his ever-growing list.]

I think you're giving me more credit than I deserve. I don't run anything here. I'm trapped here, just as much as you are.