"So you picked the dirtiest one in the camp?" Isaac grinned a little and looked around once more before grabbing one of the rags and moving over to the far window, deciding to start there first. "I don't know if they're going to let me on defense. They'd be stupid not to," he commented bluntly. "But I guess that's not my call."
He glanced over his shoulder at Sam for a few seconds before looking back at the window, concentrating on the corners. "So you're Falcon, right?" He tried to sound casual about it but, come on, Sam was a damn superhero. It was easy to forget something like that when there were people like Captain America and Iron Man in the camp. "You can fly? Do you have your wings here?"