Oscar was deep in thought as their march resumed. He was grateful that he didn't have to lead the way anymore, but he was still very curious about Voltaje, as he called herself. He had not taken the time to glean her real name, but he had plucked other things about her out of her mind. She's been fighting these drug cartels for years now, though he hadn't gathered exactly why from his brief scan of her thoughts. He did know that she was a natural born mutant, just like he was, which was probably where his infatuation for her had developed... Well, that, and the fact that she was very beautiful.<br/><br/>When the group stopped at the doctor's request, he felt like they had not been walking very long at all, though the jungle had gotten a little darker, meaning the sun must have been coming closer to the western horizon by now. Maybe an hour or so had gone by, and he had barely noticed. Oscar took the time to let his ILBE drop to the ground beside him as he leaned against a tree, taking just a second to make sure there were no creepy crawlies lying in wait. There was no canteens on board when they had gone down, but Oscar had taken the time to stuff a few cold bottles of water into his pack, which were mostly lukewarm now. He twisted the top off of one of them and watched as Voltaje sent a flicker of electricity between her fingers. He knew previously, of course, what her powers were, and had even seen the moment when her powers had manifested, or at least her memory of it.<br/><br/>After the little display was over, Voltaje asked,<strong>"If you don't mind. May I get everyone's name and power in return?"</strong>He straightened his back and quit leaning on the tree, and just sort of shrugged. "My powers aren't so dynamic as others. You saw JD, he can move super fast. You can manipulate and create electricity. Me?" He shrugged again, and ran a few fingers over the bumps on his arms. "I've got this crap. It can stop a bullet, and a lot of other things. I've never forgotten a single thing I've ever seen, heard, touched, tasted, or smelled in my life. Speaking of my life, I'm about... Older than all of you, combined, believe it or not. Born in 1869, and the doctors from SHIELD have told me that in the terms of my 'expected lifespan', I'm barely an infant.<br/><br/>"As you might have figured out when I read your mind, I'm a telepath, and I'm also an empath, though I need to actually touch the person who I'm reading. Though, I do always ask permission," He said, ending with a smile, though he didn't feel very happy at all. He hated talking about his powers. The bark skin would kill him someday... And if not, he was doomed to live for thousands of years still. He was only 141 years old now, and everyone he had ever known and loved had already succumbed to old age and died. What was even more damning was that he could not make himself forget any of it... He remembered when his family had been taken from him, and stuffed in one of the jew camps of Europe during the 1940's. He remembered the pain of every bullet he had taken. Of every single moment, the good and the bad, but especially the bad, it seemed.<br/><br/>The telepathy and empathy were perhaps the most benign of his powers, but they could become intrusive and a burden at times, too. It was especially awkward during sex, having to hear every little inadequacy about himself from his lover, whether she wanted him to know about it or not. Though perhaps it did make him a master of trial and error. Those two powers were automatic; He had to will himself to stop using them, not the other way around.