Summer has an agent too! Frankly her agent isn't seeing the compat here but if the guy will pay for Summer's time it's worth it, her current setup is as sleep shift guiding for a pretty marginal dungeon esper and Summer doesn't like sleep shift, it means she can't meaningfully have her own place to live, so sure, meeting, cover an Ablinger teleport most of the way and a car the rest and meals and Summer will show.

Summer is exaggeratedly willowy, five foot nine and all bones, with dark skin flecked with a cute Milky Way of reverse freckles across her cheeks (older pictures of her have much less flattering vitiligo splotches). Her hair looks like cotton candy down to being pink on the left and blue on the right; she's got it done in a pineapple puff split right down the middle, and she's got one matching blue eye (on the left, opposite the hair) and one pink. She hops out of the car at the MRCRF nibbling on a Hostess snack of some description.

She's greeted by a serious-looking young man wearing a dark suit(no tie) and a rather severe haircut.  He's a little bit darker skinned than average, and significantly darker-skinned than the average Vermonter.  Tall and he clearly lifts, but he's still got a little bit of a babyface situation.  Maybe it's just his hopeful expression that gives that impression. 

He's scanning the crowds, clearly looking for someone and - well, that color hair surely couldn't be anyone else?  Double-check the photo even though he's basically certain and yep, it's her.    He'll make the approach.  "Good morning, ma'am.  Summer Freeman, right?"

"Morning! You must be Tim!" Hand!

Hand as well - a firm handshake, you only get one shot at a first impression.  And...that's pretty good, actually!

"Oh, nice!" she beams. "Honestly my agent wasn't sure but I guess yours was right!" Omf omf the cupcake is gone now.

"Well, it only costs time, right?  Do you want to take a tour?  We're closed up a little early for the day."  Tim gestures vaguely behind him at the MRCRF entrance.  "Um - totally up to you, though, no - pressure or anything."  Tim, are you ever going to get the script right.  You practiced this.  This is your third professional partner, this should be easy by now.

"Sure. How come you work out of here instead of a hospital?"

"Well, my power isn't - exactly designed for healing.  It does it, and faster than natural, but it's not really a healing power."  Tim will courteously open the door for Summer, ushering her into what is very visibly a Former Movie Theater.  If she ever wants fresh popcorn, the machine is still there and everything.

"The main thing it's designed for is making someone stronger and sturdier.  The healing factor is better the more recent the injury is, but most people with injuries that are well-suited to regeneration have had them for a long, long time.  And of course, since people tend to be stronger, they're prone to.  Er.  Accidents.  So now we have special elastic clothing, and the theater itself was made out of concrete for sound dampening purposes, so if someone accidentally kicks something, it's no big loss.  Hospitals are full of very expensive equipment they don't want smashed."

If there is a batch of popcorn available right now she will super take some. "Huh. I guess you wouldn't want to be in skinny chinos and suddenly do the splits but I find it hard to imagine how you'd bust a T-shirt by being strong. And they could just not have the equipment right in that same room."

There's enough for a few scoops!  They just wrapped up an action movie earlier.  Naturally, the climax was driving an IED-laden pickup up to a dungeon boss monster and diving out the side before it could explode and kill them. 

"For the T-shirts, mostly it's silly stuff like getting it caught on the edge of a doorknob and - you just keep walking without realizing it.  It takes some getting used to.  These days, it'd probably be fine but I don't want to have to worry about it."  Tim demonstrates his shirt's stretchiness factor as he talks.  It's pretty significant!

"And the other thing is that everyone needs to be pretty close to me, and most hospitals don't have a big enough space that isn't a cafeteria or a nurse's station or whatever.  And you know what they say about hospitals being where you pick up a disease, you know?"  And I never want to see a hospital again in my life

"If it works it works." Do they have fake butter. She wants fake butter. Drizzle drizzle. "Did your guy tell you my deal or should I give you the 'yeah I got a stupid power no big deal' story?"

"No'm, I'd rather hear it from the horse's mouth.  You lost the second lottery, it sounds like?"

"My power is real dumb." She pocketed the cupcake wrapper; she pulls it out and crushes it in her hand, then lets go. It remains crumpled without stretching out into the offered space at all. "I can do that. It's not good for anything but a party trick. But it's okay because, you know how espers have good metabolisms but it's not like it's actually magical, just like you're the luckiest? My backlash is that my metabolism is throwing out everything I put into it at top speed. I spent my hell week in a nice unmemorable coma with a glucose drip and now I can eat constantly and look like this and my sisters are all so jealous, we're a big family. Like, heavy, not like there are a lot of them, I only have two sisters."

"... Wow.  You know, I spent my entire Hell Week completely asleep, too.  I have no idea how Bill figured out we might be a match.  Um.  Would you - er."  Handoffer?  Smooth as that genuine artificial butter she's drowning her popcorn in.

She releases the wrapper, puts it back in her pocket, and handholds. "Yeah I think some people just have a sixth sense about it or something."

"That'd be a really, really useful power to have.  Er.  My backlash is I get - sleepy.  Exhausted.  Like I said, I slept for my entire Hell Week.  Er.  D'you - want a trashcan?  Or maybe to order some food, I can tell you've got a little backlash right now."  Tim himself is only mostly clear on backlash.

"Yeah if there is a trashcan I am not attached to my cupcake wrapper. I would love some food, I love food."

"Sounds good, one Dungeoneer Special coming right up."  Tim is going to just punch in the last thing he picked up for Carol, surely something in there will be good and this poor woman looks like she has to fight to stay at a healthy weight.  "Here, behind the counter - " Tim gestures at a trashcan, then decides to just leeeaaan over and pick it up for Summer.  "Er.  Do you need to use a restroom or anything?"  What would that power even do to her intestines?  I'm...just never going to ask.

(Summer doesn't have to fight to stay at a healthy weight. It turns out you can just be at an unhealthy weight and say "it's my backlash", as long as the weight is low, and nobody will stop you!) Cupcake wrapper is trashed. Popcorn is disappearing. "That would probably be smart, kind of a long car ride."

"Er.  Nearest one is over here, it looks like it's going to one with stalls, but that's actually a leftover of the original theater.  You have an entire room to yourself in there.  It's very well soundproofed, too, I was tired of hearing.  Er."  WHY IS THIS THE THING YOU CHOOSE TO BREAK THE ICE WITH TIMOTHY WHO EVEN LETS YOU MAKE WORDS.  LANGUAGE WAS A MISTAKE.  "You know."  Vague hand gestures in the hopes that he can just stop talking.

"Oh nooo, the construction must be ancient," she giggles, and in she goes.

Once the door is closed, he walks back to the popcorn machine and has a few pieces for himself.  No butter, real or otherwise, but there are jalapeno ranch flakes which are excellent.  "Okay.  Doing good so far.  Compatible, personality's good.  Just gotta not scare her off and we should be fine."  Deep breath.  Let it out.  Deep breath.  Let it out.  Deeeeep breath, and sloooowwwllllyyyyy let it out.

Okay.  I'm ready.

Out she comes. Popcorn bag goes in the trash, hand goes in hand.

Hand does indeed go in hand.  Hand may even be reflexively squeezed.  “So, we have an airlock setup.  You can only open the first door if the second one is shut and vice-versa.”  Demonstrate!  “It doesn’t matter for us today, but normally I don’t let in anyone who’s wearing street clothes or who’s carrying anything they can’t afford to replace.  I’ll show you why in a few minutes.”

The theater area has been levelled and can be reached by a set of stairs or a lift.  Or by jumping down, if you’re badly calibrated on risktaking.