The older dark-skinned woman rotated her shoulder and stretched her intricate bronze metal arm. She wore a tan overcoat with an open front draped over her shoulders, tan cargo pants and heavy black boots.
She dusted hay off of her outfit, the large not even bothering to pay the heroes any mind. As she moved, the heavy bronze epaulettes hanging off her shoulders dangled freely. She brushed hay out of her short graying braids. A hiss of steam escaped from her metallic arm as she played with a few of the dials and valves on her arm for a few moments before finally turning to the two heroes.
Shota leaned in and whispered to Nairobi, "This is the Ms. Friendly I was reading reports about? The potential unranked metahuman monster? She looks…old. Is she really that strong?"
Nairobi glared at him and whispered, "Don't underestimate her. I thought the same thing, but I promise you her strength is the real deal. I've never seen anything like her in my life."
