"I'm an engineer, not an insane clown." Hartley made a face, pulling his work a little to the side to avoid Axel's touch and leaning down to take a closer look. He did love fiddly work, but it required focus. Focus that was hard to come by while a terrorist without ideology was staring at him. "I don't approve of you. I don't approve of mindlessly targeting people, without a purpose. I don't approve of people who just follow without any convictions of their own. I'd prefer it if you didn't spend any time with me, because I don't think we have anything in common. Goodbye."