Didn't have time? Didn't have TIME? Did they EVER have time? Honestly, with how long Cards spent in a myriad of dreams, it was a wonder he managed to keep track of time at all and with how skewed his sense of chronology was, he never really knew how much time he actually had. All he could focus on was the present -- and right now, that present was screaming at him that there was a very real danger for not only this guy, but the whole universe.
Whatever he was planning on doing with that case, it would cause an entire series of events to unravel like some fucked up butterfly effect and this realm really couldn't take that level of existential onslaught right now!
When it was reiterated that Cards was a psychic, though, his own eyes widened as he noticed the changes in the pupils of this man. Oh shit. Did he just unknowing trigger something? Thankfully, there was no violent retaliation, just an explanation of the usual suspects that came calling.
"Yeah ... well ... I can't speak for other psychics, but I like to keep a low profile ..." he quietly explained, lowering his hands again to lightly tug on his sleeve out of nervousness. "People find out you can see the future and they'll either see you as a threat or they'll take advantage of you. Either way, it's not something I like to broadcast, y'know?"
Normally, he WOULD have his partner there -- his guardian -- for that added protection against those who would mean to do him harm/take advantage of him ... but she was MIA and that in turn made him even more anxious.
"So ... uh ... uhm, you good? To uhm, NOT pursue that case, right? Please? For the sake of all creation or something?"