That he was unhappy with his current situation is clear in the sharp steel gaze from his eyes. There is an air of do not bother me around him and he moved through the people without so much as glancing at any of them.

Less they should make the mistake of bumping into him. He would dig that chip out if he could, except he was not willing to die in the process and so instead the Guardian took his anger and directed elsewhere, till he could bite to death the one who had done this to him.

When his shoulder bumped a man he pivoted in a half turn and glared at the other.