Tim moving for his own weapon prompted Don to slide back a step, wary, but...Tim wasn't screaming. So either the costume idea had merit, or he was more Mr. Murakami than Vic on the sliding scale of human reaction to the strange and unusual.

Right. Okay, then. Small talk.

How was he supposed to respond to that.

"No, I-" Don hesitated. Admit he was new, and therefore admit he had a disadvantage? Or just get it over with since he was...probably broadcasting fairly loudly, actually, with this hesitation. Don cringed and rubbed at his neck with his free hand. "I'm new. Sorry; I'm not used to people- I mean, not people, of course I'm used to people, I'm just...Usually the only people on rooftops where I'm from are trying to-"

Kill him, commit crime, Don may not be the most adept at his family when it came to things like this, but even he knew not to say that. This was not turning out to be a good day.

"Uh. Why are you up here?"