Have a nice day, ma'am.

[He definitely was not the only one. While he did a fair job of hiding it, he knew eyes were upon him and he loathed it. He muttered back, quietly.]

You can fly. You're tiny. Use it.

[Already, his eyes darted about to locate all potential troublemakers. While he did not expect much from children, that did not mean he was about to tolerate any of their shit. He kept his hand under the pig. It was the most vulnerable.]