Weird group. Troy was a little loopy, but he understood the situation well enough to participate. Weird group, though. Three Natives. Two chicks. Two blonds. Two creeps. Two Isles idiots. One European. One Idahoan. Right? Iowa? "Is Nate from Idaho?" Troy whispered to Jimmy as Zap prepped Mars for his "trip". "Iowa?"
"Shhh," Brian told the two Native men, as he urged Mars to lean back onto the pillow after he listened to his heart and lungs and ugh. Smoker. "Okay." He said, having administered a slew of traditional Earth medical practices along with some of the magical medicinal options available to him upon Asgard (and beyond). "Say the word," the doctor offered, ready to begin the semi-mystical anesthesia.
"Idaho," Troy concluded. And then he winked at Illyana because she was cute.