Oh-- alright then. That was not the look of accidental panic and remorse. That was batshit crazy with a side of creepy as fuck. The way he was moving reminded Kenzi of the first underfae she and Bo had ever met. The one with no eyes, slimey-looking skin, and nails long enough to pierce your brain.

Kenzi sticks like glue to Kobra's side, keeping her aim locked on Mr. creepy box-guy. She briefly touches Kobra's arm, stage whispering, "Okay, this guy has obviously lost his shit. Stick with the plan, emphasis on stage two." She debates pulling her mask back down, but the way this guy is staring means there's no point. He can't see them, but he sure as fuck knows where they are.

"Hi there! Uh... buddy. So-- we just wanted to say congrats for not being locked up in that weird cube anymore. Stretching your legs must be pretty awesome, huh? That's totally cool. You can break stuff if you want, we don't really care, the problem is the whole... you smashing our friend in the face and knocking him out. That's really frowned upon... around here. So basically what we want to know is... could ya not brutally injure everyone we know? Maybe? Please? If it's not too much trouble, or whatevs."

So much for hurrying. Laying down the law would have probably just triggered a very standard villainous laugh right in their faces. Why bully the guy when asking nicely could possibly do the trick? They were armed. What was the worst he could do? Say no and get shot?

.... Yeah, he could probably do way the fuck worse. This was a really stupid idea. Last time Kenzi does a few shots before an epic crisis!