<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UMC7dP3.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Quasar<strong></strong></strong></span><br/><strong>Location</strong>Inside of Halcyon Hunter Offices<br/><strong>Group</strong>Most of the Group<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>Guilty<br/><strong>Action</strong>None<br/><hr/>Quasar groaned, struggling to her feet.  She was<em>not</em>cut out to be tossed around like a rag doll, especially when her powers were focused away from her body, meaning she wasn't protecting herself with her gravity.  She was really going to feel<em>that</em>in the morning.  Still, she was alive, and as far as she could tell so were the hostages.<br/><br/>"Everyone seemed to be," Quasar said, offering Red Wasp a shy smile.  Things were still a little tense between them, but after fighting beside each other things weren't quite as awkward.  At least she knew that her teammate still trusted her in the field, even if she wasn't a close enough friend to be trusted away from all of this.  "I believe our opponent retreated; it seems that our teamwork, and Spitfire's hit, was enough to convince him to find somewhere safer to be.  We still need to make sure that Ms. Cantrell is alright, however."<br/><br/>She paused and after looking over Superbus to make sure that she wasn't hurt (and blushing slightly at how revealing her costume was) gave her a hard look.  "We also need to talk about why we don't charge alone into volatile situations."<br/><br/>She refrained from saying anything else, especially somewhere so public.  Superbus might've been a handful, but she didn't want to embarrass her that way.