"I volunteer for investigating the hospital!" Caden chirps.

"I'll go with," says Sanders.

"Sanders, you aren't exactly inconspicuous- you're going to stick out like a sore thumb that also happens to be a member of the medieval Norse pantheon."

"Then you can go- if government agents swoop in you could ineffectually slap them with a rubber glove, or maybe they'll be intimidated by your desperate cries for help."

"I don't even own a rubber glove. Why would I own a rubber glove."

"So you could f-"

"Sandy. It really would be for the best if you didn't accompany me for this, Marcus stands out less, and you don't need to be impolite about it."

"Fine, honey."

"Thank you, Sandy. Love you."

"You're welcome, and love you too. 

Don't get kidnapped by men in black or I swear to fucking God-"

"I won't."

"You know, I like to imagine that my representatives wouldn't have me kidnapped and dissected because of something beyond my control. Just a thought."

"That's because you couldn't see a conspiracy coming from a mile away- even if they were holding a bright neon sign saying 'hey, fuckers, we're here to probe you!' you'd probably say 'well, we should really be charitable, maybe it was a typo or something'."

"Orthographic errors are no laughing matter."

"Ha. Fucking. Ha."

"If we're aiming for diplomacy, I think I should go with Caden and Marcus, as long as Jackson can promise not to antagonize Sanders."

"How about a pinky swear?"

"Sanders, you, Jackson, and Cora should divvy up other stuff- watching the news, setting up funding for whatever we do next, and more powers testing, if you have time."

"Sure. Does powers testing involve setting people on fire, and, if so, can the test subject be Jackson."

"Honey, you're ruining all my fun."

"Whatever, no fire testing. I can concoct plans to siphon money from my grandparents and shit- wait, I already have one, it's 'I walk up and say 'hey grandma can I have a small business loan' and she goes 'la di de di do di da' and then I go 'kay thanks'. Watching the news it is."

"Would my car work for going to the hospital?"

"...sure. That sounds good."

To his car they go.

"I'm sorry about my friends."