The could-be glare doesn't seem to phase him in the slightest. (He's around a large amount of people that do a lot of glaring, and he himself isn't exempt.) He pulls up about ten feet away from Clark, hovering. That takes a little more energy, but it just means the crackle flares brighter around him.

Kryptonian. Is that a name? Maybe a group — or even a nationality. He can't tell from the context. But the one thing he can tell is that it doesn't apply to him. He shakes his head shortly, with his attention still closely on Clark. It's possible, unlikely but possible, that this man has more answers about this place than Black Bolt does.