Ronan doesn't flinch at the door slam. His fingers only twitch in the direction of the trigger, despite his rifle's nose remaining pointed at the floor.

Hypnosis. Telekinesis. A psychic type, obviously, but is telepathy one of his skills, too?

Better to err on the side of caution. Ronan grounds himself, focusing on the weight of the gun and the pain in his jaw from that fight earlier and how his left foot kind of itches and he is nothing special. He is nothing special. He is nothing special.

"Great," he drawls. "I love getting paid. What's the thing?"