Upon the door opening, Martin automatically smiled and tipped his hat to whoever was behind it.
Oh, lucky! Frances on the first shot. He barely had time to say a greeting when the jar was offered to him. "It's okay," he told the little blue magic light. "You'll get to see this wolf thing again next time." Of course there would be a next time. These were his favourite messenger lights, how could they not bother Frances again? And again...
The hat tip transitioned into taking off his hat to her and offering it to her to drop the jar in, before he stepped inside with an eager smile and looked around. First time tour of the new avengers place, it had to have interesting stuff.
Case in point, the giant wolf hound on the coach. Upon seeing it, Martin paused at the doorway, not out of fear, but interest. He tilted his head at the animal then almost beamed. "Do all superhero teams get giant pets? How come we don't have one? That's not fair."
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