Gil swallowed hard under Hooded Justice's scrutinizing gaze -- or what he thought was a scrutinizing gaze; it was difficult to tell with the mask over his face, which made it all the more nerve wracking. A bead of sweat hung against his neck and he quickly looked away from the hooded vigilante, trying to regain focus on Nelson and what he had come here to do.

"J-Just one second, I need to have a word..." But when it had become clear Nelson was blissfully ignoring the (hooded) elephant in the room, he raised his voice, albeit reluctantly.

"I never signed up for an auction!"