It seems to be the right name after all because a man from the staff looks at their papers and finally there are no voiced objections to the answers. Guess they could leave now if they so wished.

"Yeah okay, point. No, it is not gross." Scott ran a hand through his hair." It's only that sex was the last things in my mind back then." He was too busy freaking out over suddenly having murder eyes.

"Kinda like that. Not as bad as dynamite, though, or I wouldn't have a face at all. And it's not contagious. I'm Scott Summers, and you are...?"