Ahura made no reaction to the slightly damp palm. He was an Atlantean, it was to be expected. He was fortunate, rare to extremety, amongst his people for not needing special supplements to exist in Earth's polluted atmosphere. He would not begrudge anyone what they needed to adapt.

"... you would hate that indeed. But Lockjaw is friendly to all but enemies of Attilan, so there is no fear there." Ahura listened carefully. "If Dr. Richards' history is any indication, your Imaginauts must be busy indeed.

I've been told to make myself as useful as possible to you in your endeavours. Perhaps that includes adventures as well." Though the last time Ahura had been out, what he was doing was far from heroic. He still remembered the dying groans and agonized screams of his victims.

"In any case, I thank you all for your kind hospitality." He put the thoughts out of his mind. Today was a new start. There was no use dwelling on what was past, grim as that was.