Thea Queen adjusted her leather jacket as she stepped out of the coffee shop, the to-go cup warming her hands against the brisk Star City air. Her sharp eyes scanned the street, always alert, even in civilian life. She spotted a man struggling with a flat tire near the curb. Without hesitation, she crossed the street, kneeling beside him. "Looks like you could use a hand," she said, flashing a confident smile. It wasn’t about being a hero today—just helping, quietly, as herself