”Well I wasn’t there for that part, I was still passed out closer to the back of the train. Y’know, stabbed and all.” a vague gesture towards the wound Bruce himself had sewn up filled the pause before he continued. “But there’s this stuff called kronol, it’s like industrial waste or something and it’s flammable as hell. And if you’ve got enough of it—got a pretty good kick, I guess.” a hint of a smile twitched at the corner of his lips, before disappearing with a bowed head. “A lot of shite went down during that part, Curtis would know the details. When he can talk about it.”