From somewhere on the shuttle, a rough-voiced man was shouting to himself, and Mortimer looked quickly before swallowing hard and looking back to the fox with a nervous smile. That was Deadpool--he knew who he was, he'd seen him on the news [i]plenty[/i] of times. Vigilante hero, and if he recognized Mort as [i]Toad[/i], it could be problematic.

Hopefully, he either wouldn't bother with a inadequate terrorist or he'd be from another timeline, and the version of Mort there would either be non-existent or look completely different. He really hadn't wanted to run into people from his dimension here--especially heroes--but he supposed he could keep his hood up and lay low.

He returned his attention to Tails as quickly as he could and gave out a winding, self-deprecating reply.

[color=LightGreen][b]"That's real cool, man, that kind of stuff--I fixed a jeep and my teammate's automag, before, but nothing like that."[/b][/color] Mortimer used a webbed hand when he talked to emphasize his point, then paused. 

[color=LightGreen][b]"Uh...human, just mutant. I'm Mort."[/b][/color] He held out aforementioned hand to the other to shake. [color=LightGreen][b]"Mind the claws. What're you, a fox right? Where from?"[/b][/color]

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