( his eyes might not be as good as they used to be, before being dropped into this hell, but even from a distance, he sees it: the badge that's pinned neatly over this stranger's clothes, shining and pointed. he wonders if he's accidentally drawn the attention of the wrong type of person; he doesn't exactly get along great with authority, after all, which likely puts him on the spectrum closer to these gang kids than not, but for now, the stranger seems only interested in the sense of wanting to get away.

the reaction draws a laugh--this also seems to irritate the members he's casually engaged in a spat with. )

Annoying? ( put-upon, and sounding like it's a verbal attack--one hand swings over his chest, pressing his palm against it as he staggers back from another wayward left hook. ) Don't be so cruel~

You're supposed to get me out of this mess, aren't you? ( now he's just having a bit of fun: the gang member comes in with another swing, and satoru takes him by the wrist, bends his arm and twists it at his back with ease, and the guy cries out a little in painful protest. ) Or, oh...Oh, are you here to arrest me? I swear I've been good.

( in this place, anyway. )