Your claws... [Trailing off, his attention briefly turns to Barricade's fingers. It hadn't occurred to him that they could be used for slicing metal before, but...now it does.]

[McCrane's finger probably smells of dog food cans and gunpowder. He does attempt to gently pet Rumble, though.]

Grave portents...perhaps. It was more that he gave me a direction and a reasoning for what has been happening of late. Including the mysterious light.