"Right. Check this out, Lorna," he said with a cocky little grin. Never let it be said that he wasn't comfortable with his mutation. Hotstreak wasn't one to pass up the chance to show off, and since she called it his gift, she was probably at ease with her own powers, too. As much as he enjoyed freaking the normals out with his powers and seeing them run away, there was something to be said about being in a place where powers were the norm.

A small burst of flames engulfed the useless map, incinerating it within a second. He dusted the ashes off his hand into a nearby garbage can in the hallway.

"It's kind of a shame that I don't smoke. I'd never have to bother with matches."