The moment Victor heard those heavy boots clobber against the tiled floor, he stared at him in the same manner any predator would in regards to its prey. Who’s this clown?, he thought to himself. Gotta be aligned with the X-Men in some way – why else would he be lookin' at that computer over there an' fiddlin' with buttons th' way th' Elf did?
Creed tilted his head to the right, bemused by the tone of the shorter blonde. He shook his head, and answered truthfully.
“I need ta’ take a leak… Gonna let me out so I can take a trip to th’ john?”