Alright, the stares have stopped, at least for now. Satisfied that the crowd's bored with (or intimidated by) him, he harrumphs to himself and returns to his foo-oof! Anita's question catches him off guard, and he jumps in his seat, choking on a bite of sausage. He coughs, he sputters, and he grasps his glass of water to wash down the offending piece of meat. Once he's able to breathe, he slams the water down and glares at her, his cheeks still red.

"What's my power?" he snaps, still breathy from his near suffocation. He's not in the mood to deal with stupid questions right now, kid.