<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/>Something that immediately caught Ryan Choi’s eye was thing something sleek and shiny. Eye-catching. A size to marvel at. The sort of thing you’d drool over in a magazine. Were he someone else he might have let out a wolf-whistle at the sight of it. A scanner that was hidden in her suit? That was incredible! Ryan had a holographic scanner of his own that seemed to be roughly, at least at first glance, at parity with her’s but his was still bulky enough that it was a stand alone piece of technology the size of a large cell phone. Miniaturization was something of a speciality of his, but that was still as small as he’d been able to get it without needing to sacrifice on the quality. So how did Erin’s seem to be just as good, if not better, and slim enough to fit in her suit? He was going to ask her about its design until he found himself disarmed at the utterance of Professor Choi.<br/><br/>There was something off putting about being called Professor while not on the grounds of a college campus. Even in the classroom Ryan’s students were just a few years younger than him and would occasionally drop the title when addressing him. Yet his new teammate seemed to insist on addressing him properly. It wasn’t upsetting, he did enjoy that someone remembered he had a wealth of knowledge and might occasionally be worth listening to, but he had to wonder why. Part of him worried that it was all said sarcastically, mockingly referring to him as such as a way to jab at him even considering that he had anything to offer to the League. He’d heard something similar, though less subtle, from his old team. A member or two asking if he’d prefer being back teaching at Ivy or telling that the lab would be more his speed. Yet… Ryan would be the first to admit that his social skills were lacking compared to most heroes. Even Batman had a firmer grasp on what people meant when they spoke. Still, he’d learned enough to know when people were mocking him and he didn’t pick on any mal intent when Shvaughn spoke. She’d also been the only one not surprised when, during the teams first meeting, as they’d discussed secret identities and outside lives, he’d told them all what he did for a living. Great as her ass might have been, Ryan found himself infinitely more interested in things beyond that. The desire to know more that had gotten him in trouble over the years rose its head.<br/><br/>One of the first things he learned was that she had slightly different concerns regarding what sort of incidents might befall the team. There was a beat of silence as he looked at her, something like disbelief clear across his face, before words finally started to come out. “I’m… I’m doing well. Thank you for asking. Operating on no sleep, but those stimulant pills should help counteract the side effects.” There was another beat of silence as he truly considered what he’d heard. “As for the lack of certain medical supplies… I don’t believe that there have been any recorded cases of brain evaporation by a wide angle laser in history. Which might explain why we’re lacking those specific items.” Also the small fact that Ryan had never heard of a memory sponge or neuro filtering atmospheric recombobulators before. “Still, I suppose medical science isn't my specialty. So you may know of a few cases that I’ve never read before.”<br/>