[It's like listening to spoken lyrics, or a quadratic formula in iambic pentameter. It's strangely relaxing, the way Carlos speaks, even if the subject matter is anything but. Was he really just compared to strippers and pole dancers? And where the hell did railway station attendants fit in that comparison. Wade clears his throat.]

I-I mean people with powers. Superheroes and... I dunno-- other people with superpowers, I guess. [He's not so naive as to try to lump himself in with heroes, not after what he's done.] We call 'em mutants, where I come from. Or... homo superior, if you're one of those crazy radicals that pop up every once in a while. Y'know, people born with ice breath or laser eyes or whatever the hell happens when one of your chromosomes forgets to tell a DNA strand it's goin' on vacation.

Spandex is just... well. I guess it's just a common method of dress? I dunno-- I've never really thought about it before. That's just the style, apparently. Hasn't changed in decades and I doubt it's gonna be changin' any time soon.