"Yeah, that's gonna make me feel so much better when I'm scrubbing brains off my armor," Tony mutters under his breath. "This is why I hate working in teams." Because he gets brains on his armor? Because of the bickering? Because everyone ends up shooting each other? Who knows. It is a mystery.

To Anton, still sarcastically, "thanks for the heads up." Beat. "Wait, your what?" Did he say fangs? Since when does Anton have fangs? Too late, Anton's already started walking away with Skulduggery. Looks like that slightly disturbing mystery will have to wait.

Honestly, though, he's starting to get a little bit perturbed by the fact that, as the past few seconds have demonstrated, he really has no idea what most of the other foreigners' powers are. It's not like they all got together and shared notes in the hotel. Which was, strategically speaking, a pretty serious oversight, actually.

"How did you do that, anyway?" Tony asks Dante, by which of course he means 'how the frickity dickity did you just survive getting swiss-cheesed in your most of you, pal?'