Right as the man in black was reaching out to him, Carter swung the crowbar back onto his shoulder, unwittingly protecting himself from a direct attack. The loud crack made him jump and scurry back several steps, taking himself further out of accuracy range.

"Hey! You're on fire!" The flare was gone before Carter could do more than gape. The man seemed surprisingly calm about the fire, even a little gleeful. Carter had set himself on fire dozens of times and he still tended to react with far more screaming and panic when flames began to dance at his sleeves.

An odd being standing around guarding an important area, sparking from odd places and making strange noises...Carter's mind worked uncharacteristically fast and abruptly came to the only logical conclusion. He pointed his finger at the man and dramatically declared, "You're an evil robot!"