"Of course. Of course, I would be stuck with the..." Grease muttered in a disappointed tone, trailing off. "Everyone gets something badass, like blood, or smoke. Hell, even sewage is cooler than me. Asphalt. Goddamn asphalt." He said, putting his face into his palm.

"Trust me, you can help." He said, a smirk on his face. "Also, we should get going if we want to catch up. Need a lift?" He asked, offering his hand, still throwing a nervous glance back at the tornado from time to time. He wasn't a fan of idle conversation, or standing still. It took a lot of self control for him to have not bolted already.