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[hostage]

[From what's visible behind him, Jesse's seated at the nurse's desk of the Xavier School infirmary. That's not really relevant to anything, just that he's at work and he's bored and out of anything useful to occupy his time. He's currently wrapping a gauze bandage around an empty soda can. An art piece, maybe. Or just keeping his hands busy.]

What's up? Anything exciting going on?

[He's talking to the comm device, but his eyes are on his "work".]

We got new guys coming in, right? How 'bout you? Freaking out about this superhero thing? It's pretty wild...

[That might be touching on sardonic. He knows it's no fun to be new here.]

You guys wanna talk or anything, I got nothing better to do.

[As thrilling as it is to keep winding this bandage around a soda can.]

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[cephalothorax]

Excellent. That gives me a good range of times for travel.

The Porter is pretty interesting, but I can't claim to understand it very well either. I just like to be within range of the Porters in case anyone important shows up.

[Flipping his pen again.]

[hostage]

Anybody special you're hoping to see?

[cephalothorax]

Of course. Well, eleven of them.

[He smiles a little.]

You could call them family, but by choice rather than blood. I'd like to think everyone has someone they'd like to see, though.

[hostage]

[Jesse nods, understanding. Family-by-choice is definitely something he gets.]

Eleven. Some good odds at least one of 'em might show up.

[cephalothorax]

It's down to eleven because one of them already did.

[A DEAD ONE, TOO. He's extra-happy about that.]