"Actual capes don't give a crap. I mean, usually, there might be oddballs. The ratings aren't secret, but it's mostly for the fan crowd to misinterpret and ooze over. Also, if someone wants to be a psychopath, it's to their advantage to hold back some of what they can or will do, or hide it, so the PRT will be less prepared."
"Fair enough. Of course, some people aren't sensible enough to keep aces in their sleeves when they could be grandstanding instead, but those people are usually all other things being equal less of a threat."
"And even the Thinkers with actual smartness-helping powers can be incredibly tunnel-visiony and stupid in other ways."
"There is a difference between intelligence and common sense even in more mundane geniuses."
"And of course the smarter you are the more destructive your lack of common sense can be."
"I mean, at a certain point people can sort of substitute intelligence for common sense, if it's conventional intelligence. Does not work for Thinker powers or Tinker ingenuity, too specialized. I'm glad I was smart before I triggered."
She tries. No door.
"Okay, I'm between projects and my internal clock thinks it's ten p.m.. If I'm camping out here I should probably get a room."
Bar provides a neat little stack of items.
"Thanks."
Lorica, with the arm not occupied by her overnight objects, gives Flicker a hug. "Enjoy your ashbot. If you decide to hang around despite not being so obliged, see you in the morning. Nice to meet you, Verge."
"It's like noon, maybe one, now? It was pretty early when I found the place, even holding the door as long as we did didn't get us within spitting distance of our parents coming home."
"Yeah, the only way we're all going to be awake at the same time 'tomorrow' is if Milliways time-warpery shoehorns it."