Brian lowered the chair slightly, somewhat dumbstruck. "Seriously? What next, a battle of wits? No thanks, you might be Sicilian for all I know." he says, hoisting up his chair again, lifting it with both hands. Truth be told, it wasn't exactly light.... "And besides, I'm only human part-time." He began demorphing, trusting that he'd be able to maintain control of the situation, considering that he was only morphed as another human; the changes wouldn't be that sever. He kept a wary eye on the twisty gun thingie she had.
