Jamie laughed, starting the truck. "Nah, a bus is not a horse. It's a big one of these trucks. I'm also from New York, but I was born in new Mexico. I'm not much of a cowboy." He frowned as the boys tried changing the channel on the radio, shutting down the wipers. "I'll give lessons on this truck later."
He was planning on taking them to the RV first, but that dress and those pants were too much. "Give me the paper and the cards. That's money here. It's better than silver. The stores, errr Market loves that paper." What he wasn't going to do was parade them through the shopping district or one of the casinos. He was hoping that they passed a regular store, maybe like a Target, on the way off the strip. "All those things," he said nodding towards the cup, "are less than paper. You can't buy breeks with quarters."
This was going to be an interesting challenge. He had been around people with special abilities his entire life. Most of them were at least from this world, and knew the basics. "X-Men are not half elves. We are mutants, or a changeling in my case. We have special abilities. Not like people where you are from. I'm not dangerous or anything." He wasn't sure that talking about it was a good idea since his own power seemed to be gone completely. He wasn't sure yet if he missed the dupes or not, but they would have been helpful. He steered the truck into traffic, pretty sure they had never seen anything like the group of cars that now surrounded them.