"Aw mannnn Magneto would've been a much cooler name," he complains.

"That was very impressive," says the one called Miss Militia to Edie, trying to keep the conversation on track. "What are the side effects on your targets?"

"--Uh, confusion? As to how they were suddenly knocked unconscious? I didn't contuse their brains or anything."

Miss Militia's eyes are visible enough that they can see her frown. "And side effects on you?"

"...Why would there be side effects on me?"

    "Ah, most thinker powers have associated side effects on the thinker herself, but in your case I guess that's not necessarily what's happening," she explains. Then she looks at Helpful Explainer. "Did you come with them?"

    "I—ah—yes?" she tries.

"I saw her walk in through a side door," Armsmaster comments while walking between the unconscious bodies.

    "...then no?" she tries again.

    Miss Militia frowns. "Armsmaster, have you called the PRT?"

"Yes."

    "Will the three of you come with us to the PRT building?—ah, the PRT is the organization responsible for parahumans—people with powers—in this world," she explains to the extradimensional girls. "And Magnet Master, would you make sure all everyone else here is securely contained?"

    "Yes, ma'am," he says, and grabs a futuristic-looking device from his belt.

    "Wait, so did I get it right? Were the three of you the only heroes around?" Helpful Explainer asks.

"Yes, why?" wonders Armsmaster, pausing to look at her.

    "Oh, no reason."

"...Alright. What do you mean by--organization responsible for parahumans?"

"It's a bit complex, but the general idea is that the PRT and the Protectorate jointly represent the arm of the government that's in charge of dealing with all things parahuman-related, from making laws to dealing with parahuman-originated incidents like this one through providing parahumans with guidance and support when they need it," says Miss Militia, her eyes glinting with fierce pride. "It's responsible for parahumans in the United States and Canada—I'm sorry, I'm not sure whether our countries will be the same, are those familiar?"

"Yeah, we're from New York. The state, not the city."

"In that case, the PRT and the Protectorate act mainly in the US and Canada, although Canada has a mirror organization called The Guild to deal with the specificities of their government. There are other similar organizations all around the world, but we were the first and are the largest, both in terms of number of operatives—parahumans and non—and in terms of effective resources. We're a major force for peace in the world." Again with that fierce pride—and given how she has a US flag around her lower face and decorating her costume, maybe it stands to reason.

"Huh. Well. Not going to make any long-term promises at this point, but we'll go with you for now."

"It would certainly be premature of us to want to recruit you, no, we'd just—" There's a sound of vans outside and a few people in full-body kevlar armor walk in. "And here they are. Do you want a ride or do you have any other forms of transport?"

The girls exchange glances.

"I can fly, but this seems less conspicuous."

"Probably," she concedes.

The people in armor start spraying a liquid on the unconscious parahumans and said liquid quickly becomes a form of yellowish-white foam that encases them completely, head to toe.

Huh.

A different liquid is used to unglue them from the ground and then they are all carried to the vans.

Miss Militia gestures them to follow, and Helpful Explainer starts following. "I didn't catch your name," she adds.

"I, um. I don't have one yet."

Miss Militia eyes the armband. "Tinker, too?"

"Um."

"We don't have Tinkers, where we're from."

"Do you have lots of parahumans where you're from?" Magnet Master asks curiously. "'Cause Tinkers are sorta rare and if your world doesn't have many then maybe sheer chance..."

"I don't know how many is lots, comparatively."

"There are about one in eight thousand in urban areas, and about one in twenty-six thousand in rural areas," Magnet Master answers immediately.

"--A little less common than that, but not by much."

"Huh. Then it's weird you don't have tinkers."

Miss Militia finishes talking to the Helpful Explainer, who seems subdued and resigned, then turns to the newcomers. "So, are you all ready to go?"

"Mhm."

Into the vans! The twins are in the same van as Miss Militia, Magnet Master, and Helpful Explainer, while Armsmaster has a high-tech-looking motorcycle.

"So what's your power like, exactly?" Emily asks Magnet Master. "I mean, the specifics, the generalities are obvious, but I've got a handful of differences from Dad, so..."

"I'm actually a tinker, I don't have any magnet-related powers directly. I, uh, build stuff that's related to magnetism—it's a bit more specific and complex than that..."