"Really, I'm fine," he tried to insist again. "I'm not in shock, my powers, I spread it out and..." And he was being dragged towards the very car that had put him in this mess. "The only thing you were ever excellent at, Ricky, was getting me into trouble. I don't need a--" Again he was told he was seeing a doctor and given no choice in the matter. "The med-lab doctors are busy and at worst I'll just have to wrap my wrist to--Don't call me Kiki! That name never made any sense, anyway!
Before he could argue further, he was inside the car and hands were moving over his person as he was buckled in. "Ricky!" He tried to object, trying to physically push Fredrick away from him. "I'm not two, I can fasten my own seat bel--Why am I even in the car, anyway?" It was all happening quickly and by the time Jamie thought to question the basic things, he was already buckled in, door closed and they were moving. He sighed and slouched low in his chair. Oh please don't let this guy find out about Excalibur, he could not handle being on missions wit this guy.
Resigned to his fate, Jamie waited to see just where Slade would go, purposefully being as unhelpful as possible. "So," he more grumbled than spoke at long last. "What mutations did you get? I mean, besides the hair, eyes and inability to drive?" A friendly jab. Really, just friendly. No bitterness in that at all. Not intended to sting at all. Really.