Miller instinctively dive-rolls over the coffee table to take cover behind the opposite couch.

He peers around the armrest, gun drawn and aimed at the monster-wizard. It takes him a moment to realize this was nothing but posturing. Besides, the "anti-violence field" had his back, right? Miller straightens his glasses and holsters his gun as he stands.

"Fine. Color me impressed," he says with crossed arms and an annoyed furrow in his brow.