Pollution slouched a little further. "You don't remember me then... We drank together." He gave a little lopsided grin and moved closer to the bed. He made a serious effort to keep his viruses, biological and otherwise to himself. The only thing that escaped him was a small puddle of oil that began to form under the chair he sat down in. The light stuck to in it and created a rainbow that Pollution stared at for a long moment.

"Humanity named me... Call me Poll... or White, if you'd like." He smiled, his head lolling to the side a little bit.