An animal cracker hung off Ray Tyler's lower lip. He'd been in the kitchen, amidst the other young future leaguers eating and checking around. He'd been keeping to himself. But thus far he'd picked up on several of the aliases and names of people around him. Guardian Angel for one.

Ray looked over at Dominic Miller. The boy was trouble and it was as clear to see as a torch in the night.

Presently, Ray was in costume with the exception of his cape, which was strewn across his bed. It just seemed unsuitable in a social setting. His black, form-fitting attire displayed his muscles. Not bulky, but toned and visibly maintained.

"Hello," he said to Kid Rogue, swallowing the cracker that had partially dissolved.