That remark almost gets her a smile, but all Baelheit really does is exhale slowly, watching her get to her feet. "I suppose I should feel privileged, but I'm having a hard time conjuring up the sentiment," he says dryly, running a hand over his hair. He keeps forgetting his hat's not there. He's so used to it by now. He watches Vanessa pensively, rubbing at his jaw. "Perhaps it has something to do with our superhuman abilities. I heard rumors recently that there were some strange posts on one of the websites for superhero activity."

He definitely does not look like the sort of person who spends very much time on internet forums, because he is not. He does, however, have a teenage superhero daughter. Close enough.