"Oh. Okay." He gazes off that way for a moment, a little vaguely, before he shakes his head and snaps out of it. It has been a hell of a day. "Thanks, um. By the... way. Nice shooting." A little awkward, but it's not like this happens every day.

As far as his choice of words, Wolfgang winces and shakes his head. "Don't ask." Because it's majorly weird, and there are some very real ethical concerns about it, but... everyone here is alive, that's preferable to the alternative.

He heads off in that direction, steady on his feet as the adrenaline still hasn't left him. He can sort of feel them the closer he gets, although he's not reading their thoughts so much as is generally aware of the presence of them, the strong emotional currents. When he gives someone a compulsion to run and hide, they run and stay hid until he takes it away. Two men, neither of whom were equipped to fight monsters -- one elderly, the other probably his son, neither armed. Wolfgang stays back because he kind of looks terrifying right now, but he's relieved to discover that taking back that hide impulse is pretty simple. The two men come out slowly, shakily, a little dazed but none the worse for it.