Nate had been driving his hatchback around the waterfront, using his wits and his own two eyes to find criminals. There was usually shady stuff happening near the docks, if he stayed around long enough he'd be sure to catch someone. While on patrol, he heard some small explosions and the sound of tires squealing, a sure sign of trouble. He drove towards the disturbance, and came to a warehouse parking lot, and slowed down to survey the scene a bit. In the distance, he saw a hero that looked like a teenage girl fighting with some guy with claws. He didn't want to get into the mess, so he turned his attention to the other action on the scene. He saw a some kind of rat-man thing tearing up a delivery truck. That looked liked something he could help with, so he got out of the car and touched a small piece of steel he kept on his glove, transmuting his body to metal.

"Man, I knew the wholesale business was full of rats, but these day's they're getting a bit more brazen. If you can understand me, I think it would be a good idea to let the men make their delivery, and maybe even pay for some replacement tires. These guys are just trying average folks trying to get shipment from wherever to the good people of the city." He looked the rat straight in it's eyes, and folded his arms. This is probably the highest profile public appearance Allotrope has had so far, and only now did he realize that he didn't have a logo on his shirt. Hopefully the press wouldn't go around calling him "guy with A on his kneepads" or "metal man dressed in all black"