<strong>Superion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=343665.msg16232594#msg16232594)</strong><br/><strong>Locale</strong>: H-Squad HQ<br/><strong>Outfit</strong>: Posh clothing<br/><hr/><br/>Superion was lifting hard when the television had a talking head that denounced the efforts of the team. He did not feel particularly bad about it, but then, he had the advantage of being new to the world and not the direct subject of the talking head's words. Nevertheless, Superion put down the weights and walked over to where Tomas was. Then Superion awkwardly patted Tomas's shoulder. The motions were stiff, stilted, and very deliberate: an affectation he was putting on because this is what he had learned was appropriate in the moment. The sentiment behind the gesture was genuine, but Superion lacked the years of socialization that the rest of the team had.<br/><br/>"There there. There there." Superion said to Tomas. "Do not let that beta soiboi bitchcuck cope get you down. We can always do better, of course, and use these events to become experienced, but laying the fault at our feet is just misdirection for optics. If the shareholders are mad at us, they will not stop think and look at which of the soft, ineffectual, limp-wristed, liberal, pussified executives failed to get correct security measures in place."<br/><br/>Then Superion pursed his lips. "Wait. I apologize for my word choices. I will strive to do better to overcome my programming."