He came to a stop just out of their punch swing zone, able to measure it with a glance and a knowledge of his own limbs. It wouldn't stop anyone from taking it to a fight, but he respected that distance for now. It would only change if someone decided to come inside to investigate what was going on; there would be nasty surprises in that case as he was fully armed.

"They said I'm dead," he replied, and he lifted a hand so he could 'investigate' his gloved fingers. They weren't interesting, but the illusion of a cat was still present. "I have never been more alive. Do you think I should tell them to change the monument for accuracy?" His blue eyes flicked up and stared at his friend, the only thing he had left. "Were a good person?"