"Hola," he offered the new arrival with a bob of his head, though he did watch the Canadian out of the corner of his vision. He turned most of his attention to his teammate, who Ric honestly did not know well. The pink hair was odd, but hell, he was doing a guy who thought he maybe was the spirit of a warrior from another dimension trapped in the body of a coma patient... who was he to judge? "Yeah, I guess I am. Outside of these phantom pains--and I seem to be extra sensitive to heat," he added with a shake of his head as he studied one hand. Yeah, it was a miracle, and he was still trying to get his head around it all. Something in the back of his mind kept reminding him that he should be in agony, but he was doing his best to ignore it. Nothing good would come of focusing on that.
"Smoke? Yeah, sure, but you're lighting it yourself," Ric said as he cracked a grin, pulling out his smokes and a lighter, he passed over a cigarette before tossing the lighter at the other, holding up one hand and wriggling his fingers slightly. "Heat sensitivity and all that." He settled himself to lean more comfortably back against a post and puff contently at his cigarette as he watched the other two talk. His eyes were still a little more suspicious where Northstar was concerned, but he he really disliked being lectured. And the guy didn't have a hair out of place.
Android? Robot? Some kind of clone? Maybe he works for the government... His mind spun all sorts of crazy theories. Ah shit, Shatterstar and his Mojito Verse is starting to rub off on me.