Whoa. That is some next-level, probably-slightly-supernatural intimidation there, my man.

[Only one of them isn't intimidated, but rather than it being someone who's, y'know, tough, it's a very small teenage boy wearing a dorky baseball cap. He watches the passengers run away idly, clearly impressed, and looks up at Constantine with a gaze that's almost...dull. It's not really that he's bored or anything, so much as he's been through a lot lately, and has the fuzzy thousand-yard-stare of the recently traumatized.]

[Rather than spend his time freaking out, however, it seems he's made peace with the endless currents of strangeness tugging at him -- this situation included. So he leans against a pylon and crosses his noodle arms.]

You heard the voice, right? Telling you about the comet? It wasn't lying.

Probably.