York could be considered a little unhinged. Or maybe the screws holding the hinges were a little loose. He does tense up seeing the far bigger man's face start to turn angry.

He holds up his hands to show he's unarmed. Already his system is mapping out an escape. Easy enough with the advantage of knowing the city already. "I'm not going to hurt you. Unless you try and hurt me first. And then I'll break your fucking wrists. You look like you're out of a damn pirate movie, Ed, and it's weird. We're all from different places here, different fucking versions of earth. Yours probably has Jack Sparrow, mine has machine people like me."