Hennessy seems kind of offended by Bramble's rant. "Now, listen, we are here<em>because</em>things are so completely out of control right now - they need every help they can get!" she replies, a bit agitated. "And for your information, we totally whupped their asses in that fight!<strong>And</strong>we had Severance, who has more than<em>seventy</em>years of experience, as backup with us -<em>and we didn't need him!</em>So get that stick out of your ass, will you? Risks are part of our job description!"<br/><br/>Severance is standing back, watching the whole exchange. When Apex finishes, he steps in. "Now, let us<strong>all</strong>calm down, shall we?" he says, making a placating gesture with his hands. He seems honestly not insulted or even put off by Arcadia's rant. He turns to Hennessy . "Hennessy, please, calm yourself. There is nothing wrong with honest criticism, don't you agree?" he asks her with a grandfatherly smile.<br/><br/>The young woman, half a girl still, bristles a bit, but Severance's smile is quite disarming and she deflates, nodding with her eyes held low. The veteran hero turns to Timothy. "As for you, Timothy, there is no need to be so aggressive yet. She's just expressing her opinion and she has a right to get an explanation from me," he tells him, still smiling.<br/><br/>To Moldpatch, he says: "Don't be so quick to judge yourself or the situation itself. There is more to this than meets the eye."<br/><br/>Finally, he turns to Arcadia again. "Now, my dear, let me first properly introduce myself. I am Severance, leader of the United Heroes, New Sorea Division. I am a standing member of the United Heroes' Global Response Team and I have been an active hero for more than eighty years without break. Won't you agree that that merits at least the benefit of a doubt?" He smiles at her. "Now, let me go through this point by point, or I am liable to ramble. This not a debriefing. I merely wanted to congratulate them on taking down their enemies so flawlessly, despite the unfortunate fact of Bendpole's allergic reaction. Now, as for them being unprepared, unrested and in danger..."<br/><br/>He takes a remote from the nearby kitchen counter and turns on the television. He shifts it to access the UH network, then pulls the remote apart, revealing a keyboard. "You know, maybe it's because I'm so old, but I really am amazed about the kind of tech we have nowadays. Used to be, you could use a computer to bash your enemies around and it still worked just fine afterwards," he says as he fumbles with the controls. "And if you wanted to change the TV channel, then you had to get off your seat and tap a button or turn a dial on the TV itself. Way better for your figure, you know. Of course, back then when my first team - the Shining Guardians - started to be more than just a team of crime fighters and we had regular get-togethers, we quickly found ways around that. Lady Light would create a pole to push the buttons from the sofa, or Pointshot would throw a dart to bounce around seven or eight times before hitting the button, Animalo would turn his arm into a snake..." He stops fumbling with the remote for a moment, lost in memories. Looking quite sad, actually. "Good God, I'm rambling again. I once swore I'd never become one of those old people who always get lost telling stories of the past," he explains, smiling at them again. "Feel free to interrupt me if I bore you. Ah, there we have it!"<br/><br/>A picture appears on the television - video recording of the fight, taking at an horizontal angle. In fact, the camera-man must have been right in the thick of the fight, recording everything that was happening.<br/><br/>"It's kind of a tradition at the UH to throw every new team into the thick of things at the beginning, to get a good reading on their personalities and their ability to adapt. But we never do it lightly. I was just one jump away from intervening in the battle and you also had some more immediate back-up, just in case. Care to guess who the person behind the camera was?"