Skeets emerges from under Riley's hat, steampunked in appearance for the occasion, a propeller needlessly spinning above his chassis.
"Sir, my files identify the individual as The Music Meister, a contemporary of Batman, Superman, and the like. He shouldn't be here."
Riley tenses his jaw as he gives Cindy her own plugs. "Rip you creep... you used me!" He rushes forward, shoulder-checking one of the attackers, trying to wade his way through the crowd to get to the Music Meister without causing too much damage. He doesn't want to have to start flying or using his blaster.
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