"Good thing, too, because I meant it. Awkward." Robbie had returned to looking around for something to help get Vance cleaned up. From the floor, it meant a lot of craning around, but he eventually spied what looked like a medkit. He had to stretch to reach it.

"Too bad they didn't know someone else did it for them. They would've had an easier time with me than an omega-level mutant, pick your Nova flavor, or Nita." Finally, he came up with a sealed, sterile towel. If he squinted, he could almost see the Interlac written on it for what it was, and not what his brain said it was. Robbie pushed the packet at Vance. "Here, you open it. I don't want to add my germs to the mix."