Action.

[Inside his cell in Level Zero, Chris sits up on the floor with his back against the wall, drumming gloved fingers anxiously over his knee in an attempt to keep from freaking out. He's never been in prison before, and the solitude is starting to get under his skin. Further, he hasn't had a chance to change out of his costume in the last 24 hours, and the eyeliner is smeared across his face where he took a few punches courtesy of Megamind.

Chris is younger; seventeen, and scrawny. A pretender if ever one existed.

He glances up, immediately shutting off his communicator to hurry over]

Hey! You didn't have to come down here, man.