Yellow energy twisted around Grease's ankles, as he was still trying to make up his mind. He was almost set on his decision to run away, until he heard the voice. He jumped, not a big fan of being snuck up on. Composing himself quickly, he turned to see the woman behind him. He frowned for a moment, taking in the sentence for a moment, as the energy around his feet vanished.

"It can't be that bad. Some guy is down there throwing rubber."

Grease muttered, shaking his head. He shrugged, before zipping up his leather jacket all of the way, so that the gale wouldn't whip it around too much. He reached out his hand for a handshake as he secured his hat. "The name's Jack, most people call me 'Grease'. I run fast. How about you? What've you got up your sleeve?" He asked, giving a glance to the tornado, which was getting rather far away.