Carr shook his head, eyeing the skinny kid suspiciously.

"Two months. Give or take." His voice was gruff, Carr appearing every inch the grumpy, surly, unapproachable mutant. Going to work had that affect on him. That, and worry about Dietre.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, relaxing just a little as he exhaled, thin streams of smoke trailing from both nostrils. It had hurt like a bitch when he'd started doing that, but years of boredom and pig-headedness now meant Carr could blow smoke rings and french inhale.

"Take it you're the kid woke everyone up a few days back?"