'Yo Wakefield,' [John repeats, smiling despite himself.] Sure. [She reminds him of the mutant women he'd worked with, back at home. Who found ways to be playful and sarcastic, even in the worst of war. Or maybe because of the worst of war. They'd pull that out of him sometimes, which was-- healthy, he came to realize. The rest of the time, he's been careful to keep his life divided. Too careful, maybe.]

Thunderbird. After the legend that the car was named for, not the car itself.

[He grins at her crookedly. He knows she's here for the same reason he is, or close enough. Anyone in Xistentia is here to fight against forces of death and destruction, after all. Even if, yeah, the 'fight' often looks an awful like dress-up at a sex party. What can he say?] I grew up on one of the reservations in Arizona. You happen to know what that is? 'Wakefield' seems like an Earth name, but I can never be sure in this place.