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Klaus put his hands into his pockets as Peter continued to talk in his annoying tone. He was trying to get under their skin while trying to act like the cool uncle. It was childish in Klaus's eyes. The sheer insincerity in everything he said and how he moved rubbed the time traveler the wrong way. However, his being here was dangerous. Klaus wasn't just unregistered; he didn't exist. He wasn't born 31 years ago; he wouldn't be born for another 325 years, in fact. The idea of being arrested here didn't sit well with him, and he was sure none of the others would like to spend their lives in some government black-site either. His main concern was keeping the Chrono Dialer out of SINS hands. The tech would cause chaos in this time. After his recent encounter in the 4th dimension, he truly understood the weight hanging on his wrist.

In many ways, he wanted to curse his long-departed friend for making the tech, a fool-hardy endeavor with a simple goal, to revisit and watch events from afar. Klaus began to use the tech for hero work in the wake of his friend's death at the hands of terrorists. Terrorists fighting for a regime that prided itself on its ignorance and science-denying rhetoric.

Peter's explanation of the Beast simply manifesting made Klaus's stomach drop. Things didn't just simply appear. As Ichiro explained, not too many Supers would be capable of transporting a creature that size without any sign or traceable signature. He then mulled over the possibilities, and the events of what had been a year ago to him and only hours for the others.

"What is it you're trying to imply here about that creature?" Klaus burst out, against his better judgment. "Frankly, I'm growing tired of you beating around the bush! If you have questions, ask them, if you have something to say, say it! Enough with this pitiful attempt to "relate" to everyone in the room. So you know things about us, have seen some cam footage, great, move on with your purpose, get to it already. What is it, you know, and what aren't you telling us?" He felt his hands ball into fists in his pockets as he grit his teeth to stop himself from speaking out more.