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“Knew I’d find you here eventually.”

The man-- odd prosthetics replacing all four of his limbs, netrunner suit, bright shock of red hair, mechanical tattoos across his face --sits down next to her at the bar. Claire, unspoken to, slides him a glass of whiskey.

        “What is it you said you did again?          I wasn’t--” Simon paused. He had          better manners than that; to admit          he wasn’t listening would have been          rude. Especially given he wasn’t even          looking directly at the fellow.

Green eyes surveyed him, taking in the admitted super before her before dusky rose lips curled into a not quite sad smile.

“Fault didn’t change the damage that it left in it’s wake…” She chimed vaguely, of course speaking of the controversy surrounding the supers of a decade and a half past.

“What?” Simon turned to hear with a stark expression of confusion; it was a bit startling, given how limited his emotional range was both reputed and evidenced to be. His own green eyes darted between her and some invisible figure a few times before narrowing.

         “It’s nice to see that super villains aren’t the          only Supers to come out of France.” Simon--          under the guise Gazerbeam at the moment --was          certain that everyone knew who Bomb Voyage          was; in fact, his notorious reputation probably made          it hard for any up and coming superheroes in his          home country. Simon almost felt sorry for them; almost          because he actually worked up compassion, not just pity,          for those aforementioned up and coming superheroes.

        “I’ll say it again. Put. The weapon. Down.”

       “...I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Super quite        like yourself, miss.” Wings-- real, wide, feathery        bird wings sprouted from the woman’s back. Simon        tried not to stare, both out of reasons of respect and        practicality. It’d be a shame to accidentally burn her.        He stopped leaning forwards in his office chair and        reclined, blinking slowly.