The Agent was crouching against a wall, spinning a dagger in a hand. He's noticed you, but doesn't want to interact with you. The dagger radiated with a purple aura as it spun.

He stopped spinning the dagger, turning his head to you.

"This thing called "minding your own business" exists for a reason, you know, so I'd rather you not be nosy and leave me be." His voice was sort of... echoey in a strange way. It was almost like a ghost in some manner.