You're tellin' me. You wouldn't believe the glares I get for tryin'a apologise for zippin' by too fast... [Sighs. He thought being a super-human would be cool; but it'd been nothing but trouble lately.] Last time I tried to go full speed on the highway was when I was racin' a guy with a hovervespa, and dude, that was cool as heck. I bet I was going my top speed then--the angry drivers alongside us aside.

[He's already digging into his backpack, pulling out box with his new shoes in it, having been terrified to use them before now because of the whole shoe-melting issue.] I think I'd rather deal with melted shoes than have to deal with running in one spot without friction. How stupid would that look, right? [He flaps a hand at Wally, a good-natured grin running up his face as he places the box on the floor, pulling them out and putting them up on a free bit of counter space.]

'Heat trail', I was worried for a minute that you were about to tell me I was gonna go from burning the rubber on my shoes to leavin' a fire trail behind me. Cripes.

Thermal Gel, then. Got it, logged it. [He taps his temple.] Is it a one-time coatin', or am I gonna have to re-apply it after a few days?