Took the Freight Train to Los Santos

[Freight Train]

Freight Train unzipped her luggage with ferocity, leaning over and burying her arms to her elbows in the suitcase. She pulled out a roll of socks, flipping them into the air to land atop her head. A bit more shuffling saw the emergence of two immaculate running shoes, never before worn. These she set on the chair as she waved good-bye to Duquesne and set her Treadstone business card on her knee.

"Right!" she said to Tom, dusting off the bottoms of her feet to prevent her glorious clean socks from getting dirty. "So this Treadstone thing is a research company for mutants?" Like, you test powers like those Jericho guys?"