[ He is quiet for a moment. He observes this, looks at those around him, and then...

he laughs.

These people are strangers. From other worlds. They have no idea who he is. His identity could hardly be compromised, and if it is, he'll erase their memories. Easy enough. Fine. Is it a war they want? Then they've a tactician.

... But he's not like to give up his secrets so easily. ]

... I see. So our time here is inconsequential.

[ A beat. ]

And what, pray tell, do you expect an unarmed high school student to do for you in a situation like this?