Co-Post (Storm/Toad)
After Ronan entered (which hadn't been a surprise), Storm explained the situation to him, as best she could. She was about to suggest that someone take Rusty to the kitchen when he made a run for Mars' leg. She pinched her lips together in a tight smirk and clasped her hands together in front of her. "This is Rusty," she told the Irishman. "He's going to be living here, I think."
"Yes, he is. While he's livin' here, other people are out there, dyin'." Toad interjected. Jesus, the kid was clinging to the Irish fuck. Of course. No wonder he hadn't been too fond of him.
"And we're going to try to help them," Storm said, her tone going motherly!stern. She'd fried Toad before. She'd do it again. He was lucky he'd made it through the gate. "But we'll have to be patient and figure out why this has happened. We'll get to the bottom of this."
"Welp, while you kids are playin' gumshoe, I'm gonna go ask some more questions. If you find anything out, lemme know." He dropped a grungy slip of paper on Storm's desk, gave Rusty one last glance, then made for the door. "I won' steal nothin'. Don't bother showin' me out." Slam. He poked his head back in. "Thanks." Slam.