<b>Metropolis</b><br/><u>Hall of Justice</u><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">Alina</span><br/><br/>As a tall mechanical red man spoke to her she paused for a moment, she had to avoid all the contact she could since her escape, never knowing if someone would get word of her location to those who had her for so long. She had been trying to learn what the company or business was that held her, but she had found nothing that seemed to match what her experience gave her. Feelings of dought and fear raced through her mind in the short moment she took to respond to him, but she had gone through this a thousand times before, in her head, she needed something that would give her some sort of income or way of life, that and, she wanted to help people like she had helped that lady in the ally.<br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">Oh! I umm, yes! I am umm here to apply, fo uhh, hero work, I umm, I don't exactly know how this works to be honest</span>" Alina admitted as she walked up to them.<br/><br/>Alina had no idea how they would respond to her after all the other jobs she tried to apply for all wanted a reference or past experience and education, usually all of that stuff. She had none of it, her life up to this point might as well have been in a coma because it didn't count for anything. Alina wanted to do good, and she was willing to prove herself to the heroes, but she didn't know how to approach her past if they pried.