"My burden isn't so heavy," Bobby said lightly. "I'm like a hundred twenty-five pounds wet. I'd offer to let you test it out, but you know. I'm still cold, and the water could freeze." For someone who tried to appear to be so burden-free, he certainly did chatter on enough to make it seem like he was trying to not be alone with his own personal thoughts, didn't it? "But you get the gist."

Bobby snagged a canapé from a waiter passing by and popped it into his mouth without stopping to look at it. He didn't want to know what he was eating. The food here was different, and he didn't want to think about it too much. Besides, it tasted good, so bonus.

"I'm Bobby, by the way. Bobby Drake. Or Iceman, depending on the situation."