Ohh... yeah, I've known other speedsters. [ That both clears it up and reassures him that Pietro isn't going to panic at some point. He grins apologetically. ] Faster's not better when you're poking holes in people, sorry man.

[ Though now that he knows what the problem is, Drake does speed up. No more telegraphing his movements to calm the customer's nerves and let them brace for what's happening. A speedster doesn't need that shit -- by the time he finishes asking his next question the needle's gone through with a sharp pinch and he's reaching for the jewelry. ]

Can I be more entertaining for you somehow?