[He gave her a passing glance when she showed up. Normally he'd "take care" of her too but since the kid was only knocked out, maybe a little groggy at most, he had no reason to see her as a loose end. If anything, she's an accomplice.

The sight of her questioning his identity was entertaining, now better understanding Knight's love for theatrics and a crowd, as a sly smile creeps across his face.]

Former shadow intelligence division special operative, call sign Bishop. [A beat.] Not that any of that matters. You can call me Bishop.

[He reaches into his coat, retrieving a bizarre looking black gun then cocking it. He whispers the words "water" and "non-lethal" to the gun and a part, something that resembles a revolvers cylinder, right above the trigger glows a dull pale blue. Bishop points the gun at the kids head and pulls the trigger a few times but, instead of the flash of gunfire, the gun shoots water akin to a toy.]

C'mon. Rise and shine, greenhorn. I need you awake for this next part.

[He says as the waiter slowly comes to, groaning in pain and surprise.]