Loen, who has not been introduced to people other than Dauntless yet, waves.

"He's me."

"Long story short, to solve the branding problem my gender would be, I created an alternate self. Glam's gonna be a girl, I'm gonna be a boy. I'll only really be officially here and patrolling and stuff in a few weeks, though."

"You can do that?"

"Aww she's cute," says Windflower.

"And this is what we look like," says Glam, whose mask vanishes.

Loen's mask disappears as well. "Also this."

"What kind of weirdass name is that?" asks Boots.

They both shrug. "I wasn't the one to name myself, and the people who did are no longer present to be questioned about their life choices."

"I like it, it's pretty unique!"

"It's bizarre. Is there one thing about you that is normal?"

"God save us the day you want to be Titaness or Microman and your bullshit does that too," mutters Boots.

"We're parahumans, it's not as if we were all the most normal people around," says Dauntless.

"It's a completely bullshit power!" objects Boots. "The rest of us do like one or two things!"

"Mine's also just one or two things, just applied very creatively." With a few very serious drawbacks, one of which caused them to be stuck with such delightful company. "If anyone has completely bullshit powers it's Tinkers."

"Her specialty's automation, I can think of a few ways to spin that into very different effects and she's more creative than me, she probably could as well."

"What's your actual power, Boots?"

"Strength. Mostly in my legs," Boots says. "'S good for kicking and jumping around."

"You also have higher upper-body strength?"