"Welcome, Mr. Adams. Why don't you take a seat?"
"Uhh, my name is Alain."
"Right, of course. So you're French, then?"
"What's a 'French'?"
"... Never mind. So what I- no, what everyone around the world really wants to know, is what that hammer and armor-"
"Hey, shouldn't there be cameras for this kind of show? Or an audience?"
"Don't you mind that. Instead, tell me what those magic stones on your armor do. Could they, say, protect you from a surprise shot from a concealed pistol? Just as an example, of course."
"I'm pretty sure there should be cameras. Is anyone even seeing me right now?"
"Everyone is seeing you, Alain. And they want you to ANSWER MY QUESTION!"
"Woah, calm down. I'll give the people what they want. Yeah, this rune right on the stop sign on my shoulder is a ward. It can deflect pretty much anything: bombs, bullets, swords, you name it."
"[sub]Damnit...[/sub] I mean, fascinating! May I see it?"
"Oh yeah, of course. Just let me take it off and... here you go. Took a lot of work to make, you know. I did it all myself, and it's a great piece of craftsmanship, if I do say so mys- hey, why did you throw it across the room? I need that! Is... is that a gun?! Why are you hiding a gun in your coat? Is the Kira nearby? I will fight him!"
"I'm the Kira, you idiot. I even admitted to it. Also, nobody else is seeing this. You aren't famous, and you never will be."
"Wha... what? No, no please don't! I can't die! I can't-"
...
"It's too late for that now."