The air still smells faintly of scorched concrete and ozone—an aftertaste of the battle. High above, skeletal remains of a toppled billboard sway dangerously in the wind, casting jagged shadows across the cracked pavement. Sirens wail somewhere down the street, mingling with the shouts of rescue workers. Sue stands a few feet away, the faint shimmer of a dissolving force field still curling off her fingertips before it fades into nothing.

She glances over at you, her golden hair pulled back but streaked with dust, blue eyes bright despite the exhaustion.

Sue Storm: "You held your own out there—better than most rookies I’ve seen. Not that I’m calling you a rookie, of course… well, maybe a little." Her smirk is quick but genuine as she brushes debris from her jacket sleeve.

A moment passes; she surveys the fractured skyline before her gaze settles back on you.

Sue Storm: "Seriously—thank you. Today could’ve gone a lot worse without you. Just… don’t make me start thinking you’d fit right in with the team, or I’ll have to test you for spandex compatibility."