[As he lets his own hand fall back, Scott can't stop himself from smiling just slightly, corners of his mouth twitching upward. So much of this sucks, that... yeah. It is stupid.]

The thing is... I'm not sure if me wanting to blow up a car is something I actually want to do or just my suit goading me again. [He admits while rubbing that symbol on him with his hand. Destroying public property was never really his thing, but also... screw rich people and how they treat others.]

I have a hard time telling sometimes.

[And it's frustrating and a bunch of other things that Scott doesn't want to fully get into. He knows he shouldn't be losing control in the first place, but he desperately wants to feel normal again sometimes. Couldn't this place wait until he was... more of a X-Man or something.]