"Well, I had help with the intel. She was chasing some other guys down. Undersiders, maybe? And one of them told me how to neutralize her."
I don't suppose you have anything to neutralize a giant rage dragon? If not, neither do we. It's a bit of a problem."
"Nothing obviously brilliant springs to mind. If Armsmaster can make another ace steelwing I can fly you close enough to touch him without being in danger, Clockblocker, but that won't keep him contained forever."
Aegis tells Gren, "The Protectorate tries to keep us out of the high-risk cape fights. Don't worry, you aren't going to be matched up against Lung."
"I've gone up against death before. On Terra we don't have Endbringers, but we do have Neuroi. One of them pretty much demolished a building downtown the day after I got here, have you heard of that? It was only a smallish-medium-sized one. Still, good to know."
"About that... it was actually being held here for a while. Our tinkers wanted to take a look at it. We still don't know how it escaped. You fight those things normally?"
"Yes, almost daily in fact. In teams of twelve, strong Witches, experienced and powerful. They're a lot easier to take down once you know their weaknesses."
"I'm more worried about how it got here. Since it probably wasn't the same teleporting accident you had, for all we know there could be more coming."
"They come out of a giant hurricane that appeared out of nowhere on my world. I suspect they teleported here somehow. I'm not sure there's much you can do to prevent it, if they want to come through to here."
"There are capes more dangerous than that, but if there are a lot of those it could get bad. Hopefully helping your world win the war can clear them up; this one has enough problems."
"I bet it'll work. We think whatever's in the hurricane can only make the things so quickly. And if our problems spill over here, I bet the UDF will send Witches to fight 'em. At any rate, d'you guys have any recommendations for things to do here? I want to have at least one nice relaxing thing before going back to the grind."
Want to join us at Fugy Bob's for dinner? A bit of a tradition when there's new members."
"Sure, sounds delicious! As long as I don't have to eat anything with rice or fish. That's practically all the rations we get on-base."
And presumably a delicious meal is had. Gren gets what is suggested to her (preferably including caffeine somewhere) and follows along on the conversation passively for the most part, occasionally asking clarifying questions.
Whether the intentional lack of cape business is because they're trying to give Gren a break or just because they're out of costume is not obvious. But eventually they wind down, and disperse to whatever else the individuals have scheduled. Some go home, some are patrolling, Vista is thoroughly bored behind a monitor showing incoming reports and the positions of the patrolling Wards, and some are just relaxing on the Internet.
Then she checks if that guy she asked about the forum verifying thing has replied.
Apparently the normal way to become verified is for the poster to upload a photograph of themself doing whatever most obviously marks them as a cape instead of someone trying on a costume. But sending that request from the email account belonging to the new Ward also works. Her cape status is publicly known.
Verified! Told you so.
She fills in her profile. Cape name: Copycat. Personal info: Blank. Powers: Flight, blasting, shields, copying. She declines to specify how much she can copy.
A while later, she summarizes the costume elements that she liked best so far as a reply there. Something like a cross between Vista and Shadow Stalker's costumes seems to be shaping up. (And also says she'll be making it herself) Relatively fluid, but plenty of dark colors and armor.
Her costume is almost forgotten (not quite, it's a large forum and she did just become "the new cape"). Were she as powerful as they think she is, she could fight crime in a clown suit and be taken seriously.
She joined the Wards because it seemed interesting.
Some of the questions are more personal, she can give as much or as little information on herself as she wants to. (The exception being that the PRT would rather not publicize that there is an Earth Gimel, so they've asked her let everyone assume she's from this planet.)
She answers some of them. She's 17, she likes card games, she's straight but would prefer that nobody play matchmaker, she doesn't want to talk about her family. They may come to the conclusion that she's been living under a rock when she completely misses most popular culture references, though.
Being unfamiliar with this world's card games will be a bit more attention-getting, to those Internet denizens who think they're asking her about one of her own hobbies. But it can be an unusually insular rock. And of course everyone has popular culture recommendations. There's a history's worth of material she'll never get caught up on.
She's had enough of this for one day soon, though. With a fairly detailed costume design worked out, she emails Aegis and asks where she can get materials to make it.