Arthur went to the desk of the apartment complex, and asked the attendant staff-member which room was owned and used by a 'Sofia Roberts'. He flashed his IASDCOM badge, a show of forceless authority. The staff-member answered, "Three-hundred seventeen, sir.", and Arthur went on his way, as the clocks ticked to 5:04

Arthur walked up a few stairs, then eventually found the room. He quietly counted aloud, "311.. 312... 313... 314... 315... 316...", then knocked at 317, and patiently waited. He checked his watch, and made sure he had no obvious weaponry on him. "Yep, just my revolver", he concluded and thought, after patting himself down.

Sofia's sleep was interrupted by the knock at her door. She groggily opened her eyes, sat up and looked at her clock. [color=goldenrod][i][b]"FIVE IN THE MORNING?!"[/b][/i][/color] she exclaimed, as her room was suddenly very bright. [color=goldenrod]"Some people..."[/color] she said at a more civilized volume. She begrudgingly stood up and walked to the door, her casual attire nothing to be particularly proud of. She looked through the peephole and beheld what she thought was a gas mask.

[color=goldenrod]"...what?"[/color] she said softly to herself. Nonetheless, she opened the door.

[color=goldenrod]"May I help you?"[/color] she asked, not hiding her being very unaccustomed to being up this early.

Arthur slightly jumped at the outburst he heard in there. "Fuck, did I just really anger her? I really don't want to fight today...", he thought. He really didn't want to. Of course, he only had his revolver. He saw her opening the door, and when it was fully open (and after hearing her response), he revealed his intentions. "Hello. You're miss Sofia Roberts, yes?", with a notable russian accent.

Sofia noted the shorter man's Russian accent. At least he wasn't another reporter. [color=goldenrod]"That's me,"[/color] she said in a fairly carefree tone.

"I'm IASDCOM Agent Arthur Nickolai. Or just Adamska. I'm fine with either. May I please come in?", He said, politely.

Sofia sighed, mentally noting that she was already awake so she might as well accomodate the presumably armed agent in a gas mask. [color=goldenrod]"Help yourself,"[/color] she said, walking back into her room and leaving the door open for the IASDCOM agent to enter.

Arthur closed the door behind him, and looked for somewhere to sit down. He did, however, take off his helmet, revealing his decent looking face. A bit dirty, though.

[color=goldenrod]"Oh good, you're normal,"[/color] Sofia commented. [color=goldenrod]"That's a relief."[/color] She sat down on her bed and gestured towards her office chair. [color=goldenrod]"Sorry I don't have a couch for you. I'm pretty frugal,"[/color] she added.

"That's completely understandable.", he quietly replied, as he sat down on the chair. He spun around a little before resuming seriousness. "You likely know what I'm here for, do you not? I just want you to register, please. I would greatly appreciate this with no fuss.", He said while getting out a few papers from his briefcase, a small glint could be seen as it was slightly tilted. She couldn't be sure what metallic object was in there though, due to the angle.

Sofia slightly nodded. [color=goldenrod]"Oh yeah, that,"[/color] she said, as if having completely forgotten about it until just that moment. [color=goldenrod]"Sure, as long as it doesn't make me even [u]more[/u] popular. Before long I'm going to actually [i]like[/i] it."[/color]

"Of course not, Miss Roberts. The way I see it, it's not our fault you're this popular.". He then got a pen and closed the briefcase a little quickly.

[color=goldenrod]"I'd actually be impressed if it was somehow your fault that I was popular. And annoyed, but you know...details,"[/color] Sofia replied, having only given a slight curious tilt of the head to the briefcase. She assumed it was just classified things she couldn't be bothered with.

"Anyway, please, sign these papers and give the requested information as accurately as you may.", he asked. The papers asked for her name, address, types of powers, effectiveness, and what she usually does with those powers. Along with a few other things.

Sofia took the pen and papers and put them on the floor where she could sign them effectively. After quickly looking through the forms, she scrunched her face a bit and began filling them out. Name and address were easy, though she figured they knew those already. She spent a little more time with the next three categories, answering them in a very unscientific but to-the-point fashion (e.g. "I can control the sun" rather than "[i]Hyperion Strand[/i]"). Fairly soon she had filled out the form to the best of her ability and gave a few requisite florid signatures, before handing them back to the agent. [color=goldenrod]"Good?"[/color] she inquired.

Arthur looked over the papers, slightly amused by how informal most of it was. However, this was technically what was asked, so he decided to not say anything. "Thank you, Miss Roberts. Before I leave you be, may I ask how you would react if I stated you may be eligible for a certain program in IASDCOM?"

Sofia sighed. [color=goldenrod]"I can only properly react if I know what the program is. IASDCOM is pretty much a Men in Black alphabet soup to me at this point,"[/color] she replied. [color=goldenrod]"I appreciate the straightforwardness, though. Much better than most of the people I get."[/color]

"Ah, that is somewhat related to the aforementioned program. Effectively, think of it like a bounty-hunting system. Obviously, we'd prefer if you didn't murder any rogue supers, simply bring them to us to properly judge. In essence, if you bring us a Super Troublemaker, we'll give you a decent amount of pay. As well, this wouldn't require you to join that program, but if you want we can have agents be planted in the area to reduce the amount of reports that come your way."

Sofia thought a moment. [color=goldenrod]"Getting paid to turn supers in to a group that is pretty much guaranteed to handle them better than the police could? Dig. Seems like a no-brainer to me. As long as, you know, I don't get more press,"[/color] she replied. [color=goldenrod]"Though I feel like that's inevitable in this town."[/color]

"As long as you handle it as... well, sneakily as you can, I'm sure we can convince news reporters to ignore your activites."

[color=goldenrod]"Eh, don't worry about that. I'm not a very sneaky superhero. Light and all, y'know? I'm sure it'll be fine."[/color]

"If you ever need anything, just call us, Miss Roberts."

[color=goldenrod]"Will do. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back to sleep. Thanks for being normal for a change,"[/color] Sofia replied as she opened the door for the agent. Once he left, she jumped/fell on her bed, her room went immediately dark, and she was sound asleep within seconds.

Arthur walked out, put on his helmet, and smiled at how easy that was. He loved it when things were as simple as that.