"No one uses Twitter anymore. You should get on Snapchat." There was literally nothing for him here. Maybe he'd bust into the food court and grab a coffee or something? One of those expensive Danish things? He did have a bit of a sweet tooth.

For now, he marched himself across a marble floor patterned to purposefully hurt the eyes of anyone stupid enough to come to an art gallery and eyed the other man up and down.

Spray paint?

"Are you like some small time idiot? Oh shit. Worse? Are you an activist? Where's the bombs this time, man?" It wasn't every day you run across someone willing to cause widespread destruction. But this?

This was cheap.

"Did you at least kill the security guard?"