[A surge of irritation passes through Scott when he feels the man's hands on his shoulders. It really is annoying that he can't see anyone and that he doesn't even know who this person is. It's just another stranger telling him crap. There's only one thing that he knows for certain and that's pulling away from his grip. He doesn't need this old guy to tell him what to do.]

Like it matters. [He doubts that this stranger really cares about his safety. Why would he? Yeah whatever, he's young and guess that matters to some adults, but maybe if he pisses him off enough, he'll just let Scott go anyway. That's how his parents just decided to let him attend Xavier's.

Or maybe...]

Besides, I probably have a better chance destroying whatever it is than you or these other assholes that want to shoot at it or whatever. [He then gives a half-hearted shrug, seemingly uncaring about his own safety even though that's not fully true. Scott doesn't know what he wants or what he's doing honestly, a part of him wanting to help out, a part just still so angry, and he hates those bubbling emotions in him.

It just makes him want to lash out further.]

So, let me go.