"Ehn, I sent them back. They're not a threat to anyone anymore," Ryan shrugged. Subterranea was one of the first places you learned about when you were a kid related to the Fantastic Four.

"Well, unless you're doing pot-luck dinners and game nights with the X-Men, I can imagine how lonely it'd be all the way out here in Westchester." Ryan himself had only lived between New York City and Los Angeles - and never in the suburbs in either case. He wasn't used to any kind of suburban quiet, and to be honest, the suburbs and the country both creeped him out. Too quiet. Not enough hustle, not enough bustle.

"Yeah, I can't imagine trying to hail a cab out there." Because, honestly, there were no cabs to hail. "Or calling for one. They'd probably take forever."