"I am tempted to find out and presumably in this situation getting carried away can't be mutual but maybe not right now."

Kiss. "Mmmhmm."

Kisses are good.

Lorica is good!!

And eventually they will get back to work.

"I have concluded with 97% confidence that the Triumvirate and Director Costa-Brown were the only Protectorate or PRT members aware of the circumstances in detail, and to 56% confidence that they at least assign most of their probability weight to the hypothesis that the two of you are Simurgh-compromised."

"56% is not super confident."

"It is not. I am not a mindreader and I'm unwilling to take measures that would compromise their secret identities even if I were in general willing to read their mail."

"I can read their minds and don't really mind doing so."

"I can turn over a passenger drone to Rete in case you'd prefer that."

"Can it be retrofitted so my wheelchair works with it -"

"All my passenger vehicles are accessible."

"Then yes, I'd like Rete to pilot if you don't mind."

"I don't blame you."

Rete assumes control of a ship.

He goes to Los Angeles. He asks to land once, over Kansas, and gets out and tramples a little bit of corn and then gets back in.

Rete is perfectly obliging.

And then Los Angeles. He looks for Alexandria.

She's not there when he arrives.

The city's a bit of a mess. Rebuilding, though. Optimistic property buyers hoping the Endbringers won't strike the same place twice. He sits and works and waits for her to come back.

It's about three hours later when he can notice her coming from the northeast.

Thinking -

That there's a meeting with the local Director tomorrow morning, and she needs to review what they're going to do about a particularly misbehaving Ward, and her patrol is in two hours, and she has a ton of paperwork to do, and isn't it great that she doesn't need to sleep because she'd never finish it in time if she did—

If she doesn't think about it in the next day he'll email Dragon, ask for her to get a message that'd make her think about it.

Her day is rather incredibly busy. She thinks about lots of things all the time, way more and faster than anyone he's ever read—probably a cognitive power, there, with an eidetic memory to boot—and even thinks about the Endbringers three times, but those two weird kids who seem to think Eidolon made the giant monsters don't show up.

What does become obvious fourteen hours in is that Alexandria's secret identity is Chief Director Rebecca Costa-Brown.

- wow. 

The PRT is supposed to be all non-parahumans. So normal people can make the rules. It's not a policy he's particularly invested in - humans are incompetent whether capes or not - but it'd be a PR disaster. Not on the scale of Eidolon causing the Endbringers but still. 

He writes Lorica. 

He asks Dragon for a on-topic email.

Dragon writes that she found some additional Rete vestiges but cleaned them right up, just keeping you posted.