He pauses for a while "Look, you can't expect me not to take you in after you claim to be the Doom Weaver, and kill several guards. Hands up, don't move, and I'll take us to an interrogation room. You do what I say, I won't hurt you, and hopefully you won't hurt me." His helmet materializes over his head, and a shotgun forms in his hands. At such a close range, it would probably be wise to do what he said; nothing remained of the awkward, jovial guardian you met minutes ago.