"Storm is one of the X-Men," said Martha. By this point in her life, she didn't feel overly self-conscious or ludicrous about explaining this sort of thing to someone wearing a giant squid/octopus costume. A god type person, even. Though, to be fair, having had a drink helped.

"She controls the weather?" she continued. "That's her mutation. She's from Africa." And it was bothering Martha like hell that she couldn't remember from where in sub-Saharan Africa Storm was from, if it was somewhere real or fictional or what.