[The fire on the guy's arm is infinitely more interesting that the asshole the arm belongs to, so Sync decides to ignore the guy in favour of examining it for a moment. At the same time, sparks begin to appear around his hands, subconsciously reacting to his annoyance]

I'd pity whoever has to deal with you on a daily basis, if I cared enough to. And people wonder why I hated having to deal with others.