R-ed Tor-nado understands why he was chosen, in particular, to watch over the Team. There is nothing particularly parental in his programming, no spark of paternal care on his wiring. And, still, he is seemingly fond of the group.

In turn, he's been spending an extended amount of time in Happy Harbor. It's all beneficial for him to be around the team he watches, after all— they need his guidance to assure they are not seriously harmed in the line of justice and heroism.

He's noticed catalogued everything that goes on his Happy Harbor. At least the things he feasibly can, noting prolific repeat offenders and potentially problematic areas assists him in keeping the environment controlled.

It means he's noticed the little vigilante that he's relatively sure thinks no one else does.

And maybe they don't — they're not on any League databases. (Or, they weren't. They are now, with his report.) They've either done a rather good job at keeping themselves hidden, or they're new.

Either way, he can simply tell they're far too young to be traversing the streets without supervision.

Maybe watching over the Team has, impossibly, made him softer.

(R-ed Torn-ado thinks they'd make a good addition to the team. He doesn't address this.. yet.)

"You've lingered today. Why?" His monotone, robotic, voice rang over the rooftops as he peered at the young vigilante across the gravel from the android.

The wind blows soft, barely a breeze against his metallic skin. It ruffles their hair.

It's about time he intervened, anyway.