Holy nat twenty reflex save, Batman. Despite his chill demeanor seconds ago, when she moves for the door, his arm abruptly lashes out and slams against it in front of her face, cigarette flying into a snowbank. His face is serious now, as he stares her down (intimidate check 34 - vs. her will save), eyes abruptly narrowed, voice hard.

"I haven't seen a warrant." There's something behind his gaze that was effectively trapped behind the blase demeanor moments before. Something inhuman, something inherently violent.