Mild nods, before sighing. He then looks up. "Hey, no offense, guys, but you've got worms. The lethal kind. I don't think they sell antidote's for that, especially in Nevada." He smiles, as he holds out an odd-looking phone, covered in lines and scifi-looking gadgets that quite probably serve absolutely no purpose, in the style of scifi gadgets. "When you guys moved here, I was assigned to be your guardian, because I was the only one in the area who wanted the position. They gave me this. If we use it, we cn contact Team Awesome and bring them right over here." He looks hesitantly over at each of the assembled supers, knowing about how each of the members of TMC had been rejected from the crime-fighting Team Awesome. "But it's not my decision to make. You guys have earned the right to at least make the call. Do you want to get them over here, or do you think you can handle this on your own?"
((Warning: This choice will severely affect the storyline. Your choices here will have a large-scale effect on the plot. Choose carefully, and consider all options.))