...very unseasonable rains can be seen in the distance from the shores of Acapulco.
The Brockton Bay Protectorate starts organizing volunteers to be transported or teletransported in batches to it. Heroes, rogues, villains, anyone's assistance is appreciated. A rendez-vous point is set for non-Protectorate capes wishing to volunteer, and Protectorate capes are informed of the situation via communication devices.
"Sorry, I promise I won't pick on James." They almost say 'too much' at the end, there, but that would probably be noticed. One scolding has already been enough for the day.
"So, Betty, I am curious about your power, but I understand if you don't like talking about it."
Okay, how to talk to people who aren't Boots about things that aren't likely to trigger people or make them unhappy?
...good thing food's such a good excuse not to actually need to talk.
Echo looks up from her food and says, "Fencing, piano, violin, taekwondo, Brazilian jiu jitsu, krav maga, karate, judo, aikido, rock climbing, swimming, and parkour," in a sort of monotone.
"Oh, that's interesting!"
She shrugs.
...Glam is going to die here.
There isn't a whole lot of conversation, although Lorica and her dad occasionally look at each other in a way that suggests private helmet-to-helmet conversation. The fruit's delicious.
They'll probably have to find out.
School and art, yes! With the problem that as of this moment Glam isn't in Arcadia... Well, that's all the more reason to sound interested in the conversation and eventually ask at the appropriate time, "Can you show me something you've made sometime?"
"Oh, cool! I bet I'll like it. I'm actually pretty bad at art, I manage to butcher drawing stick people."
"What do I have to do to actually pass in that class? 'Cause, stick people with four arms probably aren't it."
School: not trauma territory (for Windflower). Good.
"Oh I might do that. I bet I can do abstract art that looks more artsy with than than drawing."
"So... you're older than tenth grade?" Dauntless asks tentatively.
"I'm seventeen, turn eighteen in November," Glam explains. "Other than the gender and potentially the face, I'm not weird about other things, you can ask. And you can ask about the gender, too, I'm not weird about talking about it."
"Well, the face has to do with the gender, actually. Like, I'm pretty sure whatever gender I remotely look like when I show Boots my face will be my Eternal Real True Gender Forever and that makes me slightly uncomfortable."
"The results of my powers testing have already been summarized for the appropriate recipients," Lorica says in a near-monotone.