Wow. This guy is already a real pain. Why build sound machines that dampen sound, when he could have just bought noise cancelling headphones. What's the whole purpose of it anyway. And if this guy can read my mind, I do not want him to talk to me like that Smith guy in The Matrix.
SoundMaster then quickly drew his tuning fork, but instead of pointing it at Ezra, he threw it over his shoulder. He already knows that this person is a metal user, so why make it worse if metal was on him. Then again, he didn't know if there was anymore on him. He swiped his hand over his head, as if he was switching from raising his hand, to rubbing his head.
"Yeah, I got to go pick that up. Besides, we can take her on other day. She got us right where she wants us, plus she manipulates metal. He ain't got no chance right now," he said calm as usual. It's not rare to hear him calm, which is weird.