Mrs Killian takes the list with an interested look on her face, skimming it. "Well, this is certainly doable. I will forward this to the Arsenal Department - your equipment should be delivered to your quarters within twenty-four hours." She passes the list on to one of her underlings and the young man hurries off to deliver the message.<br/><br/>Then she turns back to them. "Now, as to your questions. Follow me." She leads them through a side door into a long hallway. As they walk down the hallway, she continues to talk. "There is no<em>requirement</em>for masks anywhere, unless you wish to make sure your identity remains a secret. And even then, it is only required for the ground floor and the first floor, as we usually have visitors in those. Everywhere else, you will only encounter members of the UH, mostly baselines, which have been thorougly vetted and will not reveal your identities or somehow use them against you." She stops to consider, then continues: "Still, considering the threat of mind control, mind reading and all those<em>wonderful</em>-" Sarcasm drips from her words "- ways metahumans can torture someone, I would advise you to limit the circle of persons in the know about your secret identities."<br/><br/>Pressing her fleshy hand against a handprint reader, she opens a door into another hallway, this one leading towards a large window. "For the purposes of your<em>civillian</em>identity, the United Heroes Identity Department will provide you with fake documentation, as well as fake jobs complete with enough details to pass even in-depth background checks. You may reveal your identity to the public, if you want, but you are not allowed to reveal or endanger to reveal the identity of another teammember, unless said teammember gives you explicit permission. That means that<em>you</em>, Miss Mitchell, that you should utilize wigs and other means of hiding your own identity, if you wish to spend your time in civics with teammembers outside of the headquarters."<br/><br/>The four of them enter a large room with a windowfront giving a good view of the city below. There is a very refreshing air current circulating in the room, stirring their hair, as a fresh, indistinct smell carries to their noses. Even though no windows are open and it has the same ventilation as every other room. "You are also forbidden from revealing a<em>supervillains</em>secret identity, or using knowledge of such against them, unless you have explicit orders to the contrary - this way, we avoid lawsuits and encourage supervillains to play ball in kind. Which is also why I must remind you that lethal force is forbidden unless you have explicit orders<em>or</em>during emergency situations."<br/><br/>She pauses in front of the room to take a breath. "Now, as to your general responsibilites-"<br/><br/><em>"Oh, give them a break Clare,"</em>whispers a voice that seems to come from all around the room, barely audible.<em>"You're boring these poor children to death."</em><br/><br/>Killian - Clare Killian, it seems - sighs like a long-suffering mother who has to deal with an unruly child. "Ah yes, I was going to introduce you. May I introduce, one of the original Shining Guardians - Fragrance." The air stirs around the group and they can make out the barely perceptible form of a nude woman, formed out of air currents, shifting and changingdispersing again even as they look at her.<br/><br/>"I'm sure all of you have heard about her, though most people tend to forget that she's still active - at least in a support role. She does not take part in actual combat and missions," Killian continues. And it's true - officially, as far as all of them know, Fragrance has been retired for decades. Then again, considering her condition - her manifestation transformed her body irreversibly into pure air - it makes sense that she would neither age, nor have much use for retirement. Supposedly, she does not even need to sleep. "Fragrance usually acts as security, making sure that no one enters the premises without being noticed and providing emergency assistance. Thankfully, she decided to help set up the local UH division, and will thus support us for the next while."<br/><br/>A low, barely perceptible laugh fills the air.<em>"Stars above, Clare, you can make anything sound boring, don't you?"</em>the mirthful voice speaks up again.<em>"Listen, the rule is basically this - as long as you draw a paycheck from us, you have to be properly heroic, since everything you do, even as a civillian, reflects back on us. So no using your powers to bully others, no killing, no needless fights, no assaulting civillians with powers, no killing unless necessary - and I remember a time when it wasn't allowed <strong>at all</strong> - and you always have to help the funny old ladies cross the street."</em>The air currents shift around again.<em>"On the other hand, anything comes up in your civillian life - like if a family member is suddenly in dire need of treatment or anything, or marriage, or pregnancy or anything - and we'll stand one hundred percent behind you."</em><br/><br/>Again, the flickering form of the nude woman appears here and there before she continues to speak.<em>"So, any other questions?"</em>