Plastic Man looked slumped down and beaten as the group exited out of the training room. Anyone who wasn't already getting onto Ditto for his lack of English language knowledge, were secretly doing so like Luke was as he pulled up his shades. It was hectic, insane, and yet strangely they won in the end. Still all Luke could think was trying to find a good spa in the city, wrapping up with a Ben and Jerry's pint, and crying until the pain goes away. Still he gave Naomi a wave and tried to come off looking friendly to her when he saw her. 

Then he saw Fenrir...

"AHH!" Luke immediately without thinking leaped up and grasped onto the side of Ditto's head. Clinching it tightly before Ditto had to pull and tug him off. "Sorry..." Luke awkwardly mumbled as he looked over again at the wolf monster thing. Seriously what the Hell kind of team is this becoming anyways? Demigods, androids, aliens, werewolves, Luke was frightened about the thought of who'd join next.