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Chrome looked around the train car and silently, as much as a metal man could, walked over to the bathroom. He took out the iron and it began glowing white hot. He frowned as he touched it to his skin. It wasn't as painful as he said, he was being dramatic, he really only felt a dull lukewarm pain. His brow's furrowed as he looked at himself in the mirror... Who the hell was he to just jump in on someones quest all of a sudden for no reason other than to be around people who understood, or at least could relate to, his issues. He got the feeling that even if he stayed he would be the odd one out. He moved the cloth to the side and began to weld his skin.