<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nGZEM95.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ryan Choi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headquarters, Hospital Area<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 weeks after Epochalypse, 2 Days Before First Mission<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shvaughn Erin, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>In talking with Shvaughn, Ryan was struck with just how much technology would advance in the millennia that separated their two times. There were so many apparent cures for something like a sudden and traumatic brain injury that she could list off, and the 21st century had nothing of the sort. Outside of procedures that bordered on magic, in that they were nearly impossible to reproduce, they didn’t really have anything that could fix that. “To be honest… We don’t really have a cure for something like that. If one manages to survive the initial injury, the only ‘cure’ is likely some combination of surgery, a slew of medication, and intensive physical therapy.” He felt a little bad to be the one to finally break it to her.<br/><br/>Of course part of that hesitance came from the simple fact that she was rather attractive and Ryan always had trouble with telling a women he thought pretty ‘no’. A sharp face that still managed a lovely smile, flared hips, and an ass that was only made better by the heels she wore. It made have made her even taller than Ryan, but he was honestly used to it after spending enough time with other heros. At average height, Ryan was almost a midget amongst the super-set who all seemed to easily hit Six foot tall. Even the women were taller than most average men without the heels most of them wore. His mind thought on that phenomen for a moment, wondering if there was perhaps a paper on the topic of common traits of ‘Supers’ and examining why those common factors might have emerged.<br/><br/>As his brain flipped through the catalogue of allies and adversaries that he’d met during his time with the JLA, finding any communalities ad marking those outliers among the data set, he also noted Erin make an offer to assist him in the lab if he ever needed it. The offer had come with a slew of technical terms that Ryan couldn’t imagine the meaning of, but it was an appreciated offer nonetheless. “Thank you for the offer. I might have to take you up on that; an extra set of hands in an experiment or set of eyes during review can always be useful!”<br/><br/>“And, as an offer in kind… have you gone out much into the world since you wound up in this time? If you need someone to help you adjust, I could likely be of assistance.”