[ Ric glances over at her. He wants to say she’s vaguely familiar, but it’s probably just the sword. It looks more like the one he buried under a couple tons of rock than a katana. ]

A rescue party?

[ Snorting, he starts to shake his head, stops himself, and shrugs. ▪︎-|A|-▪︎ came to New York personally to pick him up and dust him off. He can’t say that it wasn’t a rescue mission...

... but he also can’t say it wasn’t incredibly calculated.

]

Only when it suits him, which usually means only if he needs you, but he gets bent outta shape about humans hating mutants on principle so he’s going to be pissed if he hears about this.

[ Shouldn’t be a problem at all? He knows that carting around a sword and a British accent makes someone snooty by default, but it doesn’t mean you have to be dismissive. Ric glances towards the sky (okay, the roof of the vehicle), gearing up to tell her off for making this worse by raising expectations, but then she mentions Pete Wisdom. His eyes narrow at the coincidence. It’s very much the look of someone who knows the man just well enough to know that he’s not sure if he’d agree that Wisdom could be of assistance or if he was a harbinger of incoming shit. ]

Why is it a job for Wisdom? What’s he gonna to do, nuke it with his fingers? And how do you know Pete Wisdom?