Kira’s wide eyed mortification at misremembering her name was thankfully trampled over by Sabina’s follow-up question.<br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">“Y-yeah, I am.”</span>Kira said, stammering over her words and also glanced over to where Casey was swamped by adoring fans while self consciously adjusting her pale beige sweatpants.<span style="color: #FF80FF">“And yes, he is nice.”</span>Even though she was very popular at school, often the centre of attention of a ring of girls or a group of<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>interested boys, Sabina seemed genuinely nice and nothing like some of the other stuck-up assholes that attended their high school.<br/>Kira’s eyes widened in surprise at the mention of her kidnapping.<span style="color: #FF80FF">“Wait, wait - we? You were there?”</span>She asked incredulously.<span style="color: #FF80FF">“I literally had no clue - how is that possible… oh right.”</span>Kira trailed off as she remembered Sabina literally appearing out of thin air mere moments ago.<span style="color: #FF80FF">“Well, ah, sorry if I burned you or anything… I still can’t really control my powers, or use them at all without, well…” </span>Once again Kira trailed off, remembering the blast that landed her in a hospital bed.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">“Norton!”</span>Aimpoint called out in a native Texan accent as he approached the small crowd gathered around Casey. He strode down the pavement with purpose, a permanently pi*sed off expression pasted on his clean-shaven face. He wasn’t in a particularly bad mood, but years of experience had taught him that in order to get places on time, a practised scowl dissuaded reporters or the low-level clerks and paper-pushers in the FSA that were too damn lazy to wait for him at his office. As for civilians, they tended to steer a wide berth around him anyway.<br/><span style="color: #BF0000">“Aren’t you running a little late to be amusing these civs.”</span>He just stated flatly as some members of the crowd literally tripped over to make way for the hero as he came to a stop in front of Casey. He wasn’t exactly a popular figure in the public mind, mostly thanks to the news media painting him as a shoot-first-ask-questions-later character that was often involved in non-super related law enforcement.<span style="color: #BF0000">“I believe our two soon-to-be cadets are already waiting for us.”</span>He added, making sure his casual flannel shirt was still tucked into a pair of combat pants around which a belt held a holstered sidearm as well as several magazines, then stuck out his hand by way of greeting.