Being hair-trigger on a good day, Len doesn't hesitate to reach for his pistol the instant something brushes against his hair. He's a little less hair-trigger when he realizes it some poor sad sap who got strung upside-down, recognizing the classic trait of a newcomer: general confusion, and decided annoyance at the circumstances.

He makes a point of stepping back when the man with the perfectly coiffed hair adjusts his position (and perspective).

"That was your first mistake, slick," he quips, holstering his firearm and patting himself down for the little kit Arcade forced him to start carrying.

"Testin' fate with that kind of attire."