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Claude, Isaac, Monica (Peter)
"Jesus H Christ!" Isaac said, jumping nearly a foot in the air.
Claude paused in buttoning his jeans, glancing over at Isaac. "What now, pup?"
"I thought he was dead," Isaac said, pointing at Peter. "He just moved."
"All the more proof," Claude murmured, continuing getting dressed.
"Are your burns going to be okay?" Monica asked, stepping back into line of site, jeans and a tee on.
"They're already starting to heal," Claude said, flexing his hand and watching the large ugly burns, did in fact, began to heal.
Isaac watching with morbid fascination. "What am I supposed to do with a not-dead body?"
Not answering at first, Claude pulled on a shirt and his long coat, before crouching down by Peter's burnt and broken body.
"Well," he started, touching Peter's neck gently, checking for a pulse, "He ain't dead."
"Obviously," Isaac snorted.
Claude turned to Monica. "What's your estimate?"
"Well, if Isaac's ability hasn't failed us," Monica said, and held up her hands in defeat when Isaac started to complain, "And I'm not saying that they have," she continued, "Then he should be just fine. Don't ask me how though..."
Claude continued to kneel by Peter's body, lost in thought.
"Won't it look pretty weird for us to be transporting a nearly dead guy?" Isaac asked, bringing a hand to massage the back of his neck.
Claude gave Isaac his patented are-you-a-freaking-idiot? look. Isaac blinked, and Peter had disappeared from sight. Claude removed his hand, and Peter reappeared again.
"Why don't you try thinking before you speak?" Claude offered, the sarcasm in his voice heavy, and clearly evident.