"Oh." What a crack team. John had walked in to the stable to find two women and Thorn had answered Quicksilver's beckoning. And him. Shit. What the hell were these retards going?
No one that mattered was here. Mags, Mystique, Toad. "What the hell is going on out here?" he asked, finally. There wasn't much else to say. Pietro wasn't the sharpest tack in the board, so Pyro doubted things were going to be worthwhile out here hiding with the horses.