โDa, I am originally from Russia. My brother and I came here from Siberia.โ
Her laughing subsided as she remained smiling, leaning her head back and looking up at the ceiling.
โJeremy is a common name in America, is it not?โ
โHah same!โ
The Bostonian merc would let out a joyful laugh along with the Russian as he grabbed another piece of chicken.
โItโs a nice name ya got, I like it! Is it Russian or somethinโ?โ
One of your closest allies is a god of thunder, and one of your most dangerous foes uses magic and technology, yet you only NOW accept that magic exists?
โNo problem, I have no issue with nicknames.โ
The Russian laughs heartily and released the scoutโs hand, leaning back in her seat with another piece of chicken.
โHell yeah it is!โ
The Bostonian excitedly responded before feeling how strong her grip was and being surprised yet impressed by it.
โNice name. Quite the grip ya got there, Illy. You donโt mind if I call ya Illy for short donโt cha?โ
"Beating up the bad guys is always a good way to make friends!"
She gives a wide smile and shakes his hand in turn, her grip is strong and a bit too tight.
"I am Illyana Rasputin, but if we're going by other names, I am Magik."
โIt sure does! Well that and beatinโ up on enemies, but thatโs just me.โ
The Scout would keep chowing down on the chicken before extending a hand out to the blonde.
โNameโs Jeremy, but youโs can call me Scout. How โbout you?โ