"My name is Thomas Leonard Wallace
Heh, chip off the old block. Doesn't seem so-

the King of Earth
...God damn it.

and I need you to help me steal Excalibur."
God DAMN it.

For a moment Emily wonders if Tom is genuinely aware of the blade slung over his shoulder. Maybe this is the world's most elaborate case of not being able to find your glasses because you're already wearing them?

"Yeah, I'm afraid you're gonna have to unpack that one for me. Reasons for and logistics of stealing Excalibur aside for the moment, you seem to already... have one."

She glances at Dare and responds. "Hey, come on, doc. Don't jump to conclusions. Remember how all this got started. My ribs seem to recall a battle with a Power Negative wielder who turned out to be a member of the FLI." Looks like I'm playing the good cop. Keep it cool.