"No amnesia?" Fizban mumbled more to himself than anyone else as he waited for her to make her call, "Good good. Never fun, that. Except for the times that it is. Best way to enjoy Woodstock.. Or so I've been told. Not that I remember being there." While he waited, he struck up a conversation with the nearest bystander, which happened to be a lamp post. Fascinating really. But only because the lamp post had nothing to say while Fizban rambled on about who knows what.
Her question jolted him out of his one sided conversation, which was good because Fiazan was starting to get a little riled up at how rude the lamp post was being. He gave it a good thwack with his staff and muttered something about it's mother being a tool shed before fixing a smile for the girl. "What was that, my dear? X-Men? Let me think.. Ah.. um.. hmm.. underwear on the outside.. hm.. Can't say any of that rings any bells. But I'll let you in on a little secret," he lowered his voice in a whisper that anyone could hear, "I'm not actually from around here. Shh. I'm on a mission, see. Top secret. Utmost importance. Fate of the universe."