It is, all things considered, a very nice drawing room. Portraits adorn the walls and the heavy drapes are open to let starlight from the moonless night through. There's a table far too small for the large room with a pot of tea, a set of tea cups and an arrangement of cookies and fruit. Two oaken doors are firmly closed to one side, and to the other a single door is slightly ajar, the sound of sobbing coming from past it. Every once in a while it's possible to hear a page being turned in the other room as well. The drawing room on its own is silent, save for the ticking of a grandfather clock and then, with no prelude, an exclamation.
"Yes - possibly we should take care to patrol nearby once the villains in question are released. Assuming we can figure out a way to oppose them without risking a failure of greater magnitude than this one."
"Well, now I know his face and I can just clobber him really hard in the head, if that's acceptable."
"Assuming you do so on patrol and not if we encounter him at a social event, certainly. We should probably acquire a weapon of some sort to aid you in doing so."
"Yeah, I don't want to break any more digits. - it's probably not actually broken, it doesn't hurt any more."
"Oh good - I suppose you are not actually empowered so you must worry about how things such as that heal."
"Right, I'm healthier than a normal person but if I break something it still has to go through the entire healing process."
"Empowered also need to heal on occasion, but we almost always are able to do so easily and quickly."
She can run on her own really, but she supposes this way he can get some guiding and she can have an excuse to lean her head against his chest.