[ Shit damn hell, that's right. They're "undercover" here, which is exactly what he's not trained for. What Bakugo knows is loud, it's bold, flashy. Heroism isn't about sneaking around or putting together information, it's about winning. This isn't winning, this is hiding.

The scratch of the violin is enough of a warning for him, and he immediately falls back - into something dark, angry. Silent. Especially in the wake of the violinists gentle chiding, which makes him want to bite down and tear a chunk of mindflesh from him in retaliation. ]

Yeah, that's the one. My family's from -- a different area of Carbausch, I never left my home territory before now.

[ Yet, he lies smoothly. Comes up with it without wavering. ]

The fam' couldn't make it, so here I am. Dealing with this lunacy.