"Anyone with combatative opinions about the human race, for starters."

But that one is obvious, she thinks. Natasha frowns thoughtfully and goes quiet a moment. She nods though after a few seconds and holds up a finger to illustrate her point as she talks.

"There's a lanky young man. Tan, dark hair. Name of Joshua. Would be in his early 20s. He's severely unstable and shouldn't be allowed with any kind of weapon. Ever."