Z. XANDRA.

“I’m afraid you might be looking for my sister, Betsy. I prefer to go by Captain Avalon nowadays.”

Donning his flat cap, Jake rolled his window down when he noticed the presence of someone standing on the curb outside of his cab. “You lookin’ for a ride? Or are you just going to keep standing there mirándome?

“I have tried seventeen different variety of your American pickles and none have proven to be a palatable. Richest country in the world can’t even pickle a simple cucumber.”

“It is quite the time for mutants, I agree. We are living in an unprecedented age. And outsiders’ opinions are of.. little matter to me.”

“Wong is out for the day, unfortunately. But I’m sure that whatever you need help with, I can offer my assistance.” Stephen used to be the Sorcerer Supreme, after all, before Thanos happened.

Amazing Baby cooed down at Rachel’s feet as she sat there outside of the Halal food truck she’d just ordered food from, and she grumbled to herself as she grabbed a piece of chicken and threw it to down to the Warwolf. “Save some for me, bud.” Her eyes drifted over to someone nearby who was staring. “What’s up?”