"No one has stuff like that in 1993!!! Some places definitely get pretty surveillance-y eventually..."

"I mean our America right now. If Brazil has it..."

....complete works of the American government since he arrived, searches for stuff related to him?

Records of his help with the Behemoth attack, him joining the Wards, a short psych profile based on his actions, video recordings of his interactions with various higher-ups in various meeting rooms, the thing about the masters and strangers—there are actually many of those on the way.

Ooooooh what does his psych profile say.

It's very short, really, he hasn't been around for long, but the gist of it is altruistic, naïve/idealistic, severe inferiority complex, hyperactive, and impatient.

...yeah, fair enough.

"So, do they?"

"Nope! There're notes on me but it'd be fishy if there weren't, honestly - though they also know enough to be careful, Brazil might not - anyway, nope, not a surveillance state, congratulations United States."

She giggles, and Hannah smiles.

And Legend pings him. Fëanáro?

Yeah?

There are some masters and strangers here to see you.

Thanks!! Where -

He sends a mental image.

Pop.

- where'd you go?

They are in a mostly-empty room, except for two chairs and a mirror that's probably a one-way window.

"Hello. We'll bring them one at a time and see if they can affect you, is that alright?"

Meeting with strangers and masters to check if they affect me.

"Yeah."

Oh. Good luck.

Legend nods and flies away, through a door.

Thanks.

A few minutes later a cape walks in. They're wearing a pierrot outfit, very fancy and clearly made of incredibly expensive materials. They incline their head and take a seat opposite Fëanáro.

"Hi."

The pierrot looks into Fëanáro's eyes and raises one hand.