<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k183/Jefepato/tommyjpegedit_zps23c49e2e.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Tommy Nakamura<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Callout<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student/Junior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wok Inn, or at least close enough in the food court<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael White<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/>Tommy wasn't prone to harassing people in difficult straits, but he could pull off 'perceptive' when he had to, and it didn't take a genius to puzzle out that the guy wasn't getting it.<br/><br/>Being a superhero was dumb if you didn't have an interest in helping people in need.<br/><br/>"Hey, excuse me but are you okay?"  He addressed the bigger teenager carefully, having forgotten the dumb fast-food offering he'd intended.  For the moment anyway.  "You kinda don't seem like you know what's going on.  Even if you're actually pretty good at chopsticks.  Sorry."  That was...probably a bit too blunt.  Still, if the guy didn't know, straight talk had to help more than messing around.  "I mean, is there something I can help with?"<br/><br/>Well...awkward.  But he knew enough to know that someone who looked his age but unfamiliar with basic stuff could have a lot of weird reasons.  And awkwardness went down smoother up front.