Cleaver got out of the car after the dizzying trip when they appeared to stop. The Hulk dehulked, explodagirl complained and the IronMan wannabe was all for the team up. He merely raised his hands to his face and cracked his broken nose back into place so it could heal properly. He checked his gear, making sure he had everything that he needed. Which was only really the scythe after abandoning the ruined helmet in the town in the little skirmish they had against the automatons. He could remember when technology was advancing a lot of people were worried that robots would become too advanced. More or less his point had been proven.

He clapped his hands together as he looked at the group. "Not that this hasn't been lovely. Though I should really be off. I got some more people who need beheaded as I wasn't able to finish my job and I need a new mask as I got dragged into a bit of a skirmish because ScreapHeap challenge over there decided he'd ruin the entire plan. Though it doesn't matter I guess. I got out, met new people. Did new things. So I can't really complain!" He looked around. "Anyone able to point me in the direction of the nearest traintrack or should I just start walking?"