The semi-trailer jolted from a bump, causing Frostbite to wobble a bit but he seemed unfazed as his battle-armour kept him stable. He was thinking back to about a week and a half ago, when he was 'hired' for this new team of sorts. It was a normal mission for him, he'd hear about a possible planned crime and would make his way there via the sewer system and arrive before the crime actually took place. It seemed someone had figured out he was doing this when his last mission ended up having SWAT and some other police officers waiting for him instead of surprised criminals. A man, who claimed he represented someone else, gave him an ultimatum, work for with a team who had similar methods of dealing with crime, or go to jail. Jail, for Frostbite anyway, would mean death as the prison warden probably wouldn't allow for an energy hog like his heatwave bed. Frostbite agreed to work with these 'heroes' and the police force stood down and backed off. He had then been spending the last week researching who might end up on this 'team'. He got some of the 'big' heroes as well as possible hints to the smaller ones who tried to keep themselves hidden. He honestly hoped these events would help him find Dr. Cold before she left this city as well. 

Another thump from the semi-trailer drew Frostbite back to the present, making him think about making his own form of transportation. He also wondered if the group he would be working with would even have a dedicated transport for such a large city. He quickly pushed that thought away for later as he felt the cargo container come to a stop. Within a few moments, he heard the latch to the door of the cargo container click, with the door opening and the container being bathed in sunlight. The man who had been driving him had given up trying to make small talk with the man within the large suit when there were no responses given to him, at all. As the driver of the semi-truck got the lift ready, Frostbite wheeled his bed to said lift. While he can carry the separate parts to the bed with his battle-armour, the trolley he was using made life a lot easier. As the lift to the semi-trailer lowered slowly, Frostbite took a quick glance at the building he was to call his home for the next little while. While he has been in bases underground that were much bigger than this, it was probably the biggest building he'll ever actually live in himself. However, he wasn't pleased with it. It was not a protected area, it simply was an eye-sore to any strategist who was either trying to defend the place or attack it. Maybe the interior was much more formidable than all the glass walls.

When the lift finally made it to ground level, Frostbite pushed the trolley with his bed up the walkway, ignoring the driver of the semi as he expected thanks. The man drove off in a bad mood while Frostbite ignored all those he passed by on his way to the stairs and inwardly sighed as he realized he would have to carry up his bed manually from here on in. He set it to the side when he could hear voices inside the mansion, and made his way in to 'introduce' himself. He then glanced at those who were now around him. He saw a variety of characters, what peaked his interest the most was the dog and the man with robotic limbs, they stood out like sore-thumbs among the group, not that Frostbite didn't as well.

Frostbite gave his full attention to a woman who introduced herself as Titan and Sam, presumably first name Sam and alias 'Titan'. Since there seemed no one was speaking, Frostbite decided to 'introduce' himself first, ignoring the woman's, who he identified as Beauty, comment. He gave a quick nod of acknowledgment to Sam, "Frostbite." His voice was distorted, sounded like it had a robotic tone with a tiny bit of an echo like that of being in a hollow chamber. He got the feeling some of those around him expected more than that but that's all he cared to say, he wanted to get these introductions over with so he could go and install his bed, do what needs to be done for or with this team of probable misfits and find Dr. Cold.