"If that's how you describe someone who thought the armor he made was great, then yes. That's me." He nodded with pain killer addled definitiveness. He sniffed a bit.

"How does your old school stay afloat? Cutting corners or posh hidden mutant wallets? Maybe they'll help."

He smacked his lips and raised an eyebrow at her. When he spoke again, he had a terrible British accent. "The view from up here is exquisite, darling. Take a right at the next corner."