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Tapping the man on the shoulder, Ollie brought a hand up behind his head sheepishly, running his fingers through the too-long hair that curled out at the nape of his neck. “I have to admit, I have no idea where I am in this house, ever,” he said. “You’d think that after growing up in a house like this I’d figure out where things are a little more easily, but I have no idea where I’m sleeping tonight. I put my stuff in a room and I can’t find that room, and not to be a total jag and ask for directions in a house, but I need help finding stuff in this house.”

Selina had to admit that she was somewhat enthralled by the other’s abilities. She watched him demonstrate with a sort of wide-eyed wonder, the hint of a crooked smirk curving up at the corner of her lips. She couldn’t help herself. She was fascinated by how other people came to be involved in the hero community, considering that her way into it had been a sort of roundabout path, especially because her status as an anti-heroine made her fall somewhere into a grey area. With a thoughtful expression furrowing her brow, she pursed her lips slightly before she spoke. “Could you always do that?”