Where Kristoff set down, there was actually someone already there. A man in his prime, sprawled out on a blanket, gazing upwards. He waved as he saw a flying car descend. Not the most uncommon thing, best to just greet it politely.
"Evenin'..." There was a southern drawl in his speech. "Yer one a' them hero types.. ain'cha? One a' the Fantastics, right?"
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