Crowd control wasn't a problem for Reinhardt. The man was so massive, it was impossible for him to not be good at crowd control. He stood out like a tree indoors, and he had the kind of presence that people responded to. So if this was what Kid Q truly wanted from him, then he would be content with it.

But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. That something about this didn't add up, even if he couldn't figure out what. He trusted his gut instinct, even if he couldn't figure out the problem. His brow furrowing a bit, as he glanced up at Kid Q.

"If I may, is there a problem with the underlevels?"