"<em>There she is,</em>" Boomer thought, a little disappointed she wasn't wearing a skirt. "<em>Alright, now, once she sees me down here, I...hey, whats wrong with this chick? She's gonna walk right past me</em>." He needed to get her attention somehow, but what was he going to do. The obvious solution was just to yell "hey, you with the super-powers, c'mere and advance the plot", but that was so not his his style. Besides, she looked so lost in thought, she may not even hear it from up there. He had to get up close and personal.<br/><br/>Using his own powers, he jumped up onto the stairs a few step behind Bubbles. The range was right. Now, how to approach this? How could he best keep her attention long enough to do his job? Bad boy? Usually, that would work but on Bubbles? Something a little nicer for the good girl. But almost no girl wants a complete goody two-shoes, let alone an eighteen year old girl, no matter how much of one she herself is.<br/><br/>Before he could think on it further, he was talking. "Hey," he said, his voice relaxed and non-threatening, sounding smooth and almost melodic, like a higher-pitched Al Green. He smiled his very best benevolent bad boy smile for when she turned around, seemingly on reflex but it was what he would have chosen if he could plan anyway. If he could do this by acting naturally, this would be a breeze. "I hope you don't mind my saying so, but you look a little upset. Anything wrong?" Well, maybe doing a little acting would be needed.