One second Lorica is being swallowed by the sewer cape, the lion mouth opening far too wide, and the next she's being vomited out. A flood of stomach acid and chunky flesh is expelled with her, as well as what might be naked bodies.
"During the Leviathan attack I was doing evac, my drones found people who were stuck in untenable locations or downed combatants and I hauled them out of the danger zone."
"Well, we've all got different powers, and we can work together, and also none of us belong to the Wards right now like I did back when it was Leviathan so we can arrange our lives however we want."
"Mm. My parahuman psych class has a unit on instability of cape groups and they spend a bunch of time on all the different things the Wards and Protectorate do to discourage and defuse conflict between their members. They definitely try to give the impression that those groups are the only ones that manage to not fall apart due to infighting."
"Oh, yeah, capes are like that as a group but I'm not. I guess it might be my mind-alteration immunity?"
"I mean, apart from that one it's mostly just the same things that make me - us - different from other people in general."
"Mm, do your powers into the other differences too or do you just mean mundane personality variation?"
"I'm not especially good in groups of other people but I seem to have a really convenient instinct for dealing with groups of me! I didn't expect this to come up and don't know why I have it but there is a way it is natural to interact with five more of myself and it's awesome."
"That's neat! What did you mean earlier when you said mind-alteration immunity was helpful for something related to getting along with capes if it's not you getting along with yourselves?"
"Oh, I think possibly getting powers makes people more combative and possibly could not make me do anything."
"What makes you think that? I've heard the claim before but most of the articles I read on it seem to think that it's the fault of the process by which people gain powers rather than the powers themselves."
"Also possible. I don't have nearly the statistical data to suggest otherwise. It's just how I lean."
"Mm."
A ding in the kitchen indicates that the cookies are ready to be removed from the oven, so Tessa does that.
"I hope I'm not being too intrusive with the questions," Tessa says as she puts the cookies out to cool.
"You're not being intrusive exactly but I confess they do not all make sense to me as things to ask."
"I guess I was expecting something a little more structured if you've been hoping to get a cape to talk to for a while? I can like, leave you my email."
Tessa got to meet and question a parahuman and wasn't killed, maimed, or worse. So all in all a very productive day.