Turning abruptly toward the voice, the masked vigilante looked her over. She had some kind of double in her arms and he didn't know whether to run, talk, or blow her away. His only experience with another super was some asshole who could stretch himself like rubber and used it to snatch purses from around corners. He had no clue what this girl could do and though he would face down a ton of scrap metal without hesitation, this unknown gave him pause. Nodding silently, his movements looked force, jerky. A stray breeze blew across the two of them, forcing the smog and smoke from the wreckage away.<br/><span style="color: Silver"><br/>
"Uhh, yeah, I don't who you are so let's set things straight. Did you have anything to do with those robots?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>