"No shit." That was all Ronan had to say about the flippancy. "The rest of us do that too, Sherlock. You want me not to step on your toes, clue me in first." Of course, there was no guarantee he'd listen to it. But Ronan had been upfront with Jason about who he was, as far as he was concerned, Jason had less a right to be upset than the other people he'd pissed off.

Ronan's fingers moved to keep scratching his skin, this time the back of his neck. He stopped once he realized it was probably not from a mosquito or idiopathic trigger but a sunburn forming.

"Well, pictures of clowns on the street pop up every few years and people cry about it. Sentient trees might take over if they had the power to and I bet my friend would help them. I haven't heard of a freeze ray yet. I'll ask the NSA next time I'm back," he said all this flippantly as well, each word falling carelessly from his mouth. That way, people who knew him didn't really believe him.

Not that he'd phrased any of it in a way that would make one thing he was suggesting sentient trees were a thing in his world. And he definitely wasn't going to mention his father might have dreamed of a freeze ray, if he'd ever thought of it. Ronan, was thinking about it now. Too boring, he decided.