"Sea foam? SEA FOAM? Are you blind as well as stupid...?" the pink haired mutant had begun to rave, but fizzled out when the aggressive dupe simply walked away from him.
Frederick was close to foaming at the mouth at this point, but the dramatic dupe's overly theatrical exclamations had startled him out of his panicked rage all the same. Understanding began dawning on him, or something like it. These men, they were all exactly the same, aside from their obvious temperaments, and dressed the same... He had hit one, and many of the same had resulted, and he was now living in a haven for mutants. Oh. OH! Somehow this was all connected, and even his addled brain could see that.
"Killed the ice cream," he muttered dumbly under his breath, blinking at each dupe in turn. His face whipped towards Jamie Prime when he shouted. He simply nodded at him and frowned. There was something about this guy that was familiar. But then he got distracted by the fact that Jamie seemed to be in one piece, all the complete looking copies of him notwithstanding, and so his thoughts turned back to his car. He couldn't help stealing a glance over at it, checking to see if there was a dent, or if there was ice cream or blood on it. He could feel his cheeks blush. At least he had the decency to feel ashamed for worrying over his car when there was a human... or mutant being who might have internal injuries that he had caused.
Scion gasped as he watched the dupes disappear in that golden light and ended up gaping at Prime there before him. He approached the other man with trepidation and that niggling feeling of familiarity scratching at the back of his brain, doing his best to ignore the remaining duplicates.
He reached out a careful hand and asked, "Can you get up? I should take you to the hospital. Is there a hospital nearby?" Frederick had been given a general tour of the premises but, being him, he hadn't really paid that much attention to anything except for what he considered the 'cool stuff.'
Frederick was the kind of guy who'd rarely been sick all his life and, after the non-accident that had made him a cripple for those horrible years he'd sooner forget, he had acquired an intense dislike for all things medical on top of his natural disinterest. He had a vague notion that there was some sort of medical facility on the premises, but he figured it'd be something like the nurse's office back in school, not a place prepared to handle major things like... well, being hit by a car, for one.
When he got closer and got a better look at Jamie's face, his eyes widened and then narrowed searchingly. "Wh... Jamie? Kiki, is that you?!" he asked with disbelief. The Slades had once upon a time funded some of the early research of Dr. Daniel Madrox, Jamie's father. Frederick, a quiet and reserved child at the time, had latched on to Jamie for company while their parents were in business with one another. It was a lifetime ago, it seemed, since they'd seen each other last. Early teens, at the latest. Frederick had just barely recognized in this full grown man before him the cute skinny boy he'd had a friendly boycrush on all those years ago.
Of course, Frederick would have been a lot harder to recognize, since his eyes had mutated into inhuman looking orbs of glowing green, not to mention the distracting contrast of his bright pink hair.