[janus smiles in a way that pinches their nostrils a little. a little forced. janus is in fact, genuinely amused, but that's ridiculous. how do heroes not get themselves killed on the regular? apart from flying suits and powers, apparently. thank god he's nothing like the hulk. janus can deal with a mid-sized blond child's best pr face and good guy goodie confidence with only the smallest flicker of concern about adequate parenting. out-of-control superfreak, janus would be more concerned.

--all right. maybe parenting wouldn't be necessary. as they move past the fallen alien, they realize that it's truly the worse off for wear. janus couldn't have accomplished that with a pistol or two.]

Are you old enough to drink alcohol in this country? I'm not trying to expose your secret identity, I'm just. Curious. [they carry the woman carefully over a pile of rubble, and recover the lagged speed with a couple long steps.]