[Miror keeps a steady glare focused on N throughout his speech, feeling an odd mix of deep-seated amusement at the naivete of the outlook, and a foreboding sense of deja vu. It's as if he's heard this all before! Although there's a slightly different note to this one: carefully veiled references to some kind of personal history. Maybe N really is an ex-criminal! Why, if only Miror had known; he would have tried to dig up more dirt on him before starting this little escapade.

He crosses his arms -- carefully, to avoid the rocks -- when N readdresses him. Taking care to appear flippant, he tries to figure out just how far this little hero on a power trip is willing to go when he has the upper hand.] Are you wrong? Well it's hardly my fault if you feel you have to trail me like a hungry Poochyena. But, I'm curious, darling; just what is it you plan to do to me, if not let me be? Hmm?