Ah, a cop. Thane supposes that it's luck an officer happened to approach him. It's good to know the faces of the law around this place. He does wonder how effective law enforcement is in such a twisting, confusing, city just gathering people from different corners of the universe.

His gaze finally shifts to the other man. It only takes one horizontal and vertical blink of his lids for him to take in and memorize the other's appearance, how he's dressed, how he's carrying himself, etc, so a long and uncomfortable stare isn't necessary.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you." Not that Thane is going to be calling on the law whenever someone gives him trouble, but perhaps displaying exactly how good he is at dispatching said trouble in front of everyone for a simple job should be kept to a minimum. He's starting to realize all of his precautions may not be necessary, but it doesn't hurt to be safe for a while longer.

"And to whom would I be yelling?" It would probably be a good idea to get his name. Consider him a person of interest at the moment.