Dominikos didn't mind too much that folks kept forgetting about him. It'd sting if he let it show. As Blob manned the Green Lagoon, Avalanche thought back to his bar in San Francisco, to his bar back in Crete; the salt air of home called. He thought about how much he could do, how much he could help here. Yet he was ignored. Dom thought about going back sometimes. Sometimes.
"Evera-thin' awrright, mate?" Pyro slurred, leaning against his shoulder, eye glassy with satisfaction of a reward finally delivered.
"Yeah. Fill 'er up. Your turn, I'll wait here." He always did.