The Mages brush off Selene's snarky comment about knowing everything-they've heard that one before.<br/><br/>The response to the tattoo is immediate and almost in unison. "Storm Lords." They look at each other. "Well, we agree on something." Angelo snarks off. "Well, in that case, I think we've learned all we can from sitting on our butts." Angelo stood up and swapped out his doctor's coat for a leather jacket. "My gear's in my car. If any of you need a ride, I drive a minivan, so, well, I've got 6 extra seats." He smirked. "You'll have to put up with the heavy metal soundtrack, though."