I was here first. Maybe by your own advice, you should leave. I highly doubt you actually have any business here.

[Not that Crawford actually has any further business in this invaded kitchen, but he'll be damned if he's going to be chased off by this brat. Patiently he waits and sips at his coffee, thinking back on how quickly Bombay had rushed in head first to...what? Save him? Now that funny. He can't deny though that he had noticed the look of concern when he had first rushed into the room.]

Except... [There's a small curl to his lips] Were you coming here to help me?