“No one showed up, alright?” It really didn’t look like he was going to be leaving until these two got whatever answer they came here looking for.

Which is fair, if you take the irritation and the irrationality of pain aside. Five takes a beat, with a set jaw and a grind of teeth, and forces himself to think critically. Alright. Fine, they were after details, for god only know what reason. He could guess, though. They were stuck trying to figure this shit out as much as him. As much as everyone else.

So if they wanted to test the immovable force out themselves? Far be it for him to stop them with cryptic bullshit.

“That’s right. Popped on over, simple spatial displacement,” his smile is quick and serrated, mouth popping at the consonants. Simple teleportation! No big! “Something shoved me off seconds later and yeah, I cleared the whole damn thing.” Talk about express delivery, right? His attention is split between the two of them again. "I don't know what it was, on account of it being invisible. And I don't know enough about 'magic' to be able to tell you if someone was screwing around with it."

Another sigh, head tipping back to blink bleakly up at the ceiling. "Like I said. No one was around on that side. I saw the mystery man the next day."

A long, drawn out beat. “My advice? For whatever you two - or three - are currently planning? Don’t. You'll live longer.”