"I don't know what you think you're up to, Summoner, but don't think I'm not watching you. There are secrets here you are not meant to pry into. And you would be wise to absorb this tip. Tread. Carefully." "He talks big, but I'm rarely frightened by grandpas. Aside from that one time with the tough-as-nails war vet. Let's pry into some ominous secrets!"
"The trail runs cold here... where did they go? You'd think a bunch of eyeless, multi-coloured mannequins would be a lot less sneaky than--AHH!" "Sneakier than you, Lang. You'd think you would've figured out that the whole "yelling a lot" thing doesn't really pair up well with subterfuge." "Cross! What're you doing here?!" "Trying to get a job done subtly, not that your presence is helping. It's like you can smell your way towards success, just to ruin it." "Well... I... er... Something about... ants? And pheromones! Yeah, deal with it!" "On point as always, Scott. I'll deal with you two later. For now this is all you, Magneto!" "I have many brethren to save yet. If you stand in my way I will not hesitate to put you down, whelps!"