[center][h1] Henry Ford [/h1][/center][hr]

Oh, so that was who the green haired lunatic was. The creator of the legendary Labyrinth, and the man who had created the wax wings of flight. Well, to Ford, despite having his name mispronounced, this wasn't something to make him angry at being "showed" up. No, quite the opposite. This was excellent, to have someone inherently gifted as the Labyrinth's inventor to be the one in charge of an actual mobile base. This was wonderful. Sure, the entire crocodile scene truly made him question what he'd been brought through, but then, his attention turned to the Queen of Shadows. He looked at the projection given, his lips curling upwards in a smile. While in his life he'd never seen America from the air, somehow he knew he was looking at that so famous range. This provided him with relief. The sigh of Greeco materials also made him smile a tad. Oh, what an adventure to be had.

[color=lightcoral] "Thank you, Caster. With the Inventor's prowess, and my knowledge of modern technology, we should be able to provide for the others. If he isn't bothered by an extra pair of hands, of course." [/color] He said this as he glanced in Caster's direction, watching the trio currently engaged, and the otherwise silent ninja, the slobbering pig lady thing, and...he assumed that was Theseus, judging by the sea water coming out of his mouth. Or some other famous greek youth. It really did seem that the major of servants present were probably Greek in origin, or just general Age of Gods servants. Interesting, all things considered. Hopefully they could handle whatever lay on the other side. He itched to hop behind the wheel of his beloved Tin Lizzie.

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