He's not unaccustomed to being recognized, of course. Once upon a time, the X-Men were covert, but that was years ago. Everyone knew their faces, or at least their reputations, by now. He smiled, but kept his attention over the wall, and on their target.

"Maybe we save introductions 'til after we deal with th' giant croc, non?" He made a motion around the corner with one hand, reaching into his overcoat with the other and producing a short rod of some sort of metal. It's his telescoping staff, of course, but he doesn't extend it, not yet.

"Throw yo' Frizee, chere. We see if it works. I'll deal with the beastie if it jus' makes him mad."