[The mask hides it, but there's an ironic smile here. "Your rules." Funny; that almost implies he consciously set them. To an extent he did choose them...]

...I ain't like my fellow man. I breathe like him, I bleed like him, but I stand apart from 'im. I guess you could say...


[Hold up. This's a stranger; not necessarily someone he can trust this stuff to. And what's more...]

Actually, now, what's this here about the world dyin' in six days? You ain't startin' somethin', are ya, little lady?