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Even with Sammy's temporarily doured view, it was hard not to be at least mildly inspired by this guy's own enthusiasm, starting with the slightly-too-tough grip on Sammy's shoulder. Even with the out-loud confirmation of his own fears, this guy at least then offered a solution and help. He wasn't sure if this guy would be affected by these people he was supposed to hide from - though he could probably smash them into the ground with one hand. He seemed like that kind of guy. So, despite his own concerns, Sammy couldn't help but start smiling as West described the ultimate ideal: kicking these people's butts and making sure Witch was okay. Hopefully, she was still with Pyro and Sammy just hadn't been able to see her - it was still possible! - but if not, at least there was something to do to about it. "Yeah! I-" Well, Sammy knew he couldn't really punch. "I can do that!" Gosh, he was lucky that at least, since Pyro hadn't answered yet, it was this guy who had.

And then the meeting took a turn for the even weirder. That was saying a lot, considering Danny's appearance. 

That boost of confidence began to evaporate as the strange masked man landed beside him. He didn't seem Obsidian, and he sure wasn't with Pyro. Sammy took a step back - and another as the guy drew what looked like a fairly sharp hatchet from his jacket. His gloves laid abandoned by the bag of gravel, and his hands were almost completely blue with poison. Even as the guy backed off, Sammy couldn't help but wonder where he was planning on using that hatchet. He swallowed.

"Um, we... aren't dancing. Really. We're planning on finding Witch. What're you doing here?" It seemed like the obvious place to start. He glanced at West, hoping the larger super might recognize the guy. Not like Sammy really kept up with things outside of Chicago.