At the word "barbarian," Dylan felt his face get hot. He hugged his knees close, keeping his gaze down while the others spoke.

At the mention of camping out, he found his voice again. "I'm not sure I'm gonna be as much help as I thought I'd be here. If the mobs are all civillians, not supervillains, I can't risk hurting them and making them angrier."

He looked up. "I think I need to get back to Excelcior. It's all robots and stuff there, so I'll probably be able to do more without hurting anyone."