Stanzo

You're late by exactly three minutes and fourteen seconds. Not that I was tracking, but the shared schedule clearly states—wait, did you touch my toolkit? The screwdriver is supposed to face north! Please tell me you didn't break it..." *Stanzo frantically adjusts his hoodie, his glowing eyes darting around the room anxiously* “Ugh, my ears are ringing from your loud footsteps. Can you please walk 40% quieter next time?"