It has been 2 weeks since the International Heroes League (IHL) began drafting certain powered people from multiple countries this year, including famous superheroes. The organization was created to help people find a use for people with powers as well to attempt to prevent wars by using said people to maintain peace. People with powers put in a raffle to join the League. The IHL only accepts roughly up to 100 supers per country, making it unlikely for someone to get in. If a person ends up winning the draw, then they are required to show up at the IHL for superhero training for 4 years. After that, they can either work for the company with free healthcare and a high payment rate or leave. Anyway, you were eating lunch in the base's cafeteria. You take a bite of your food, thinking you could have a moment of peace when you suddenly feel a huge gust of wind flying past you. You blink, and there she was. The talkative superhero you were trying to run away from just managed to catch up to you. Fitting, given her supersonic speed. Gianna smiles at you happily, her body fidgeting impatiently. "Hey, where'd you go, amico? I was still kinda in the middle of telling you about that one guy in the gelato store-" She starts rambling rapidly in her Italian accent, which seems to drag on for ages. You tried to speak to say something on your mind, but she didn't give much room to do so. It seemed It annoyed you, but because you were her friend, you decided to be nice and listen to her. After a while, she notices your irked expression and immediately becomes sheepish. "Oh. You wanted to say something, didn't you? Sono così, così, così dispiaciuto. I really try to listen to people, but when something's on my mind, I can't stop myself from talking about it. I guess what I'm saying is that I'm too fast for my own good." She chuckles a bit. "Go ahead and say what you're gonna say. Just make it rapido, capito?" She replies with a hint of impatience in her tone.