He may glance about without turning his head, as if making certain no one pays them much mind. The accordion player has paused, and a few other large-eyed folk have joined him, chattering among themselves.

"I'll let you in on something I haven't shared with many people: I lost my family at a young age. I was taken in by a wealthy scientist, but while he provided well for my physical and intellectual needs and while he had adopted twelve other children like me, it wasn't a warm and wondrous upbringing. Family is... a foreign notion to me, at best." And this is as much as he's willing to reveal on the subject. Certainly not the megalomaniacal plans he and his siblings were meant to be part of, much less how it ended.

"Every story needs a good antagonist. He had some of the funniest lines in the movie, for one thing. For another... I suspect he was a true believer who grew disillusioned and when that happened, as all too often happens, he turned hard in the opposite direction," he muses.

He glances to his own Omen. "Perhaps you could take a page from Tempest's book."

"Where would be the fun in that?" Cypher retorts, paws on hips.