Scorch Scale:
Scorch Scale looks from the hand on his shoulder to the hero besides him. "Look, I get it. Credit where credit is due, But it won't work out how you think. I don't exactly, look the part, you know? You do, so it isn't as hard a stretch to believe your intentions."
Looking back to the crowd, and to the restrained bad guys, he let out a sigh and a shrug of his shoulders. "OK, I'll give it a chance. Let's not get too hopeful though. The place did get wrecked." At this moment, some of the shattered glass was crunched under foot when the public felt like they might be free to move about.
The policemen run in, shout
"FREEZE!" and start pointing their guns at everyone-- especially Scorch Scale.
Then they relax. "You caught the bad guys already? Good job, Silver Streak." Silver Streak realizes they think he's caught the weird bank-robbers-- The Cogster, Echo...
AND Scorch Scale.
But one policeman realizes the same thing. "Hey, no, I remember that dragon guy. He came to our station-- he helped Silver Streak with that gun-running business..."
"Yeah," says the security guard whom Silver Streak saved, "Silver Streak and this dragon guy stopped them... The dragon guy pretended to be on their side, and then he ambushed that gal with powers when she let her guard down." He looks at Scorch Scale. "You...
were just pretending, right...?"