Melissa
Flint had entered the hospital in plain clothes. He wore a blue and white tracksuit and it didn't appear that he was in much of a rush, but the look on his face at the very least was indicative of determination or at the very least some hint of annoyance. At the front desk he asked to talk to Veronica King and after some small back and forth was sent down one of the hallways. 

He briefly scanned around as he walked, recalling that he had briefly seen them around here on one of his last visits. That same person that he found in the arrest records for crimes affiliated with the Top Hats had been working in the hospital. How things looked didn't sit right with him. He continued looking for the described person as he went over questions in his head.
Christopher
Veronica bustled through their shift with great exhaustion as they used their body to boost patience's recovery with their power. They ached each time they lent their body's healing and they felt awful to take it back when the patients seemed to need it so dearly. They felt like they were dying when they lent their immune system. A power that destroyed them and others if used incorrectly. A damn metaphore of a power.

They sat in the breakroom with a pair of headphones on their head as they blasted music through them. Their eyes were closed as they soaked in the time to relax and thought about the rest of the the day. They sighed and stirred to get comfortable in the cheap plastic chair. Maybe they'll have fugly bobs for dinner. Like old times.
Melissa
It was a little odd, from the way the receptionist made it sound he figured he would have seen Triage running around like a busy bee. Yet, Flint still couldn't find them. He started to feel a little out of place, trying to stay out of the way he made it to the break room. He took a quick glance in and kept moving before doing a double take and changing course. Finally found them. Despite that it looked like they had been entranced by their own music, closed eyes and all. How to approach in this situation? A way that allowed for space would be best, maybe he should sit down in front of them? He walked over and pulled up a chair in front of them and gave the table a little tap to move the table a little and give an indication he was there.

"Hey there, are you with us?" He asked casually, taking out a pocket notebook and pen and gave a slight smile, though it seemed a bit awkward.
"Triage. Veronica, right? I'm Flint Rover. I'm a journalist with XVZ. I run a little article about capes. It's good to meet you in person."
He didn't offer his hand to shake, instead taking a look down at his notebook, tapping on it with his pen as he looked as if he was thinking of something.
"Now, I don't want to jump at you with questions right away, so before I do start asking, are you alright with me asking some things regarding your career as a cape?"
Christopher
Veronica would remove their headphones as the table was tapped. They sat the headphones on the table after pausing the music and shifted in their chair. They looked exhausted and gave a weary sigh as they glanced at Flint. They ran a hand through their ginger hair and cleared their throat, trying to wake up from their little trance. They gave a rather annoyed glare but responded to Flint finally after a long moment, speaking in a slightly feminine graveled irish accented voice.

"I am Veronica King, also known as Triage. If you are here to ask about my career it's gonna be a bloody short conversation. Aint been at this for long." The chair creaked as they stretched their arms. "But, hell, why not. Ask whatever you want, I got a little bit before I go back out onto the floor. What do you want to know?" They slumped into their self with their arms on their knees.
Melissa
The smile on Flint's face expanded a little, 
"Good to meet you. Now, I'd disagree with you there. I believe the first little while as a cape is the most important. It's where you show the public what exactly it is you stand for and plan to do. Like now: Why did you decide to put your power to work at this hospital? Was there any reason you chose this one in particular?"
He had his pen put to his notebook, ready to jot down anything at a moment's notice.
Christopher
"If I'm gonna be honest? I needed community service hours and when I was like 10 I wanted to be a nurse so.. It was the easy answer. That and I figured that I might be able to save a few people without a bunch of scary surgeries." They shrugged their shoulders. "It might not be the most heroic reason but I'm not gonna lie."
Melissa
"Community service hours, huh?" He scratched down a couple notes. 
"So it's not the location or the cause that really mattered. If that's the case then what are your plans after you've finished your hours? Do you plan on leaving once you serve those hours?"
Christopher
They hummed in consideration "Probably not. I mean it is nice to help and I need something to do with my time." They looked over Flint with a neutral expression. "And, I do need some way of supporting myself."
Melissa
Flint's body language was now more relaxed as if he didn't have that awkwardness he started with once he got to asking questions. His gaze went between his notebook and Triage in equal intervals, but occasionally paused to look up with an expression that made it seem like he was still creating questions at that very moment. 
"Right, so you plan to continue supporting people by working in a hospital. Now, related to those hours that you need to get, you have been arrested in the past, correct? Considering these arrests, what is your response to people that fear you might go back and commit crime as you had done before?"
Christopher
They leaned forward in their chair and spoke with a calm but deliberate tone. "I got into a gang because I had nothing. I robbed people because I was desperate, and I won't do that now that I have somewhere to go. Criminals are mostly just desperate and lonely people." They sat back, crossing their arms. "Point is, they can fear whatever they want but I'm not doing anything."
Melissa
Flint noted the change in demeanor that Veronica had with a small nod. "Be it as it may, there may be people that interpret that answer as an admission that if things do become bad enough you will fall into crime again."
He straightened himself a little bit, appearing a bit less relaxed than before. "Now when you say gang, you mean you were a member of the Top Hats, correct? Do you still associate with any current or former members of that group?"
Christopher
"I want to see people act like they wouldn't rob a store or sell drugs if they were starving. I did what I did because of desperation and the people would too. No need to bullshit it." They made a dismissive wave as Flint changed topics. "Yes I was a member of the Top Hats. I don't associate with them often now, no, but I don't hold a grudge against them. They were my closest and only friends for a few years there."
Melissa
There was a moment where Flint paused. It was right when they had said 'often.' He waited for them to finish but once they did pointed the back of the pen at them. "You said, you don't associate with them *Often*. So it's true that you *Do* Associate with them despite becoming a hero. So you would say that your relationship with the Top Hats is still amicable despite your departure?"
Christopher
They leaned back into their chair, arms around the back. They looked so bored of this investigation, as they had heard it all before. "They were my friends, my family, up until my cousin and I.. Reunited. Of course I'd still be amicable with *Members*-" They stressed the word, making a point of showing it was not an association. "- who I knew before leaving. I don't run with the group. My cousin is aware of my location at all times and I meet them in public, monitored locations."
Melissa
"If that's how it is..." He trailed off, taking notes on the statement. Though the tone of his voice didn't sound like he was too convinced. It wasn't that he didn't believe them, it was more that the perceived association with the Top Hats was clear despite the attempt at showing distance. 
"Right, your cousin is Morgan, the brute cape Morgue, correct? What are your thoughts on your cousin? Does it bother you to be monitored at all times?"
Christopher
"Morgan's not so bad." They said with a tired tone. They seemed to be making a very neutral opinion to avoid further discussion. Blowing out a breath, annoyed with the tone of the conversation, they decided to ask something of their own "Why are you asking all these questions? So I can make myself look bad for your journal? What is this even all about? Do you do this to everyone?" They bit back a stream of curses to avoid making this look worse. "This is exactly why I chose to not hide my face. My criminal record is not a secret and my family life is easy to look into. Why do you need to know about whether it bothers me to be monitored when we're all constantly being monitored through our devices?"
Melissa
Flint took a couple more notes, tapping on his notebook in between them. He took special note how Veronica's tone seemed to shift, like they had made it to their limit. 
"Hm? Questions for me? Sure, I can answer them. In order: I'm a journalist, I'm a journalist, I'm a journalist, and I'm a journalist. That's the short version at least. If you want me to sound less like a prick it's going to be a lengthy explanation. Sorry." He took a few more notes. "For that last question, I'll note that down..." 

After that he flipped to a different part of the book, turning several pages. "Admittedly, I'm not really interested in picking on you either, but the office will have my head if I come back empty handed. I actually want to do a piece on the Top Hats more than messing around with heroes. You know, get more at the actual bad stuff going on around? I'm not talking about the petty stuff, I'm talking about the stuff that ends up causing shootouts and loss of life. Do you have any stories about them? Or do you know anyone that would be willing to share any stories?"