Of course I can. These lights without flames. This...hardened dirt. Glass all around. Stange beings walking about. No, this is not my home.

[He approaches the bus, and in a flash, a tire is deflated. The sword is sheathed slowly, but Gakupo looks pretty disappointed.]

This was no threat. I have been wasting my time. [He could have torn this bus to shreds by now. Or so he thinks. He looks to the stranger.] Are you some sort of costumed fellow?