<div class="floatleft">(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8964/stormevolution.gif)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Ororo Munroe / Storm<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Mutant<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avenger Tower interior, Common Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Any, Steve<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her full lips push into a small smile as Steve approaches, she actually chuckles softly at his observation before speaking in turn. "Well it does not happen every day -now- but I suspect that eventually it may come to pass that is will." She stands back upright, her arms remaining crossed in front of her torso, mashing her normally rounded and ample breasts underneath closed arms. "I saw the news reports, and some of the footage, you handled your self expertly. Without you there I fear the scene might have gone much worse."<br/><br/>Her full lips stop for just a moment as she quiets, her crystal blue eyes, set against the deep brown of her skin, glance upwards at the features of the man standing closely next to her. "I am curious if you ever have given any thought into leadership? Into a leadership position -here- on the team." She allows her arms to fall to her sides once again, the rounded fleshy mounds hidden so completely by the white, sleeveless blouse she wore quickly expanding back into their natural shape and size. "This team is a team which fights best in close-combat situations. Situations like that I cannot be in the 'thick' of like you can. I am simply too fragile. As difficult as it is to admit. I need someone who can be in the thick of things, to act... like a team Sargent for a better lack of terms. Someone who can direct combat, someone who can handle wildcards like John. Would you be interested in trying that, Steve?"