"All right, all right." With Fareeha's latest and greatest showing of enthusiasm, Mako yields and lugs himself back to his feet, shaking off the pins and needles that'd come from sitting on the hard metal flooring. "Think I got an idea."

Technically, he doesn't have a bike at the moment either, but there's at least one potential fix for that.

(And no, it doesn't involve theft.)

He's just hoping they don't get turned away at the door.

"Dunno if they'll let us use 'em for not-superhero stuff, but I'm willing to take the shot. If it doesn't work, we can go bother Jamie for ice cream or somethin'," he says jokingly, not that he wasn't also totally serious. The guy's fridge was like the culinary equivalent of the Cave of Wonders.