"-Stronty dog?" Johnny finishes for her. He quirks a smile at her reaction. "It's fine. The official name is Search/Destroy agent but most people everywhere just call us that, since there's lots of mutants in this line of work. It's short for Strontium-90, the radiation from the fallout which, well.. made most of us." He raises his gaze assertively. "Doesn't bother me, to be honest."
Johnny snorts inelegantly at the lighthearted quip. "Heh. How'd you figure? My mother was just unlucky enough to be caught out in a strontium rain while pregnant. Exposed me to just enough radiation to give me these." He gestures to his obviously glowing eyes, and winces when the movement stretches a burning cut on his shoulder. Speaking of making it this far, he's suddenly reminded of the various injuries littering his body, and how much he's going to have to fix them quick, if he wants to make it any further.
He braces himself against a nearby tree, trying to go for casual but ending up somewhere near exhausted. "I don't suppose you have a medi-kit on you, do you?"
(And don't you worry Ghost, Johnny and Blaze will get on like a tire on fire.)
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Johnny snorts inelegantly at the lighthearted quip. "Heh. How'd you figure? My mother was just unlucky enough to be caught out in a strontium rain while pregnant. Exposed me to just enough radiation to give me these." He gestures to his obviously glowing eyes, and winces when the movement stretches a burning cut on his shoulder. Speaking of making it this far, he's suddenly reminded of the various injuries littering his body, and how much he's going to have to fix them quick, if he wants to make it any further.
He braces himself against a nearby tree, trying to go for casual but ending up somewhere near exhausted. "I don't suppose you have a medi-kit on you, do you?"
(And don't you worry Ghost, Johnny and Blaze will get on like a tire on fire.)