The pain from the impact was rather horrendous, Ferghus almost began to fear what everyone in this room was truly capable of doing, of all the people who could be hurt by their newfound power, of all those who could be saved. Struggling to catch the freezing bag of peas due to his momentary distraction of thought, the wounded Irishman glanced toward the detached boy and smiled, Felyse was odd, yet Ferghus enjoyed his company in an almost curious sort of way.

He placed the cool vegie pack upon the point of impact soothing the pain through a the sleeve of his jacket. A cursory look at the marble inflicted wound was all it took to realize that this was going to be a right nasty bruise in the morning. Only moderately discheveled his attention was set upon the exhausted Rohrbach, he spoke in a rather facetious tone,

[color=a187be]"And just where've yeh been? Hmm Doc?"[/color] Without waiting for a response Ferghus adds, [color=a187be]"Now I'm not meaning to be rude or anything, but yeh were so brief in the message. Why'd you ask us all to meet? Don't tell me our powers are gonna go insane an backfire or something."[/color] Adding in the last part sarcastically. So many questions he had for the professor, so few did he ever receive a direct answer to, rather a drawn out and dodgy explanation of some tangent or another.