Both Quincy and Nyxon were walking somewhere nearby as they both heard the shouts of alarm. When they arrived, Nyxon appeared confused and Quincy just groaned with annoyance. "Gosh darnit why can't time just not screw itself over for once?" Q muttered as he walked in between the two, more or less directly at gunpoint from both sides. "Hey, Alex and Alex, stop pointing guns at each other in front of yourself, you're terrorizing him." Q said in reference to the little Alex. Nyxon, currently wearing his Ebony mail for some reason, gently picked up Quincy and set him aside, taking his ppace between the two angsty mirrors. "Allright, both of you, weapons down." he more or less commanded, still quite confuzzled.