Due to Rogue's suggestion, Manuel had taken down a rather violent mutant fugitive just a few hours earlier. It hadn't even called for him to use his power, since just a few words from an authority figure got the woman's blood boiling. Unfortunately, it was in the literal sense. He'd been able to avoid any facial scalding, but the blisters that had eaten through his uniform had gotten him off the remainder of the day. Thankfully, ice packs were held in the kitchen's stock room. Fevers and pulled muscles were common, especially with the more out-of-shape mutants.
Once inside, Manuel nodded to Rogue and John, a bit of confidence shifting up his spine at seeing his old teammates. If he needed to, a halo of indifference would take over the area once everyone else was there. The problem, though, was that he didn't exactly know who else was welcomed.
"Three fingers for go," he said softly, bringing his index finger and thumb together to show them both what he meant. It may end up with him getting the same abuse that Wolverine had suffered, but Manny realized his view was bigger than himself, though he had no intention of playing martyr.