[center] [h2] [color=0076a3][color=00746b]Roman Jaeger - AKA "Velocity"[/color][/color] [/h2] [/center]

Roman looked at the young woman as she started crying. His normally stone features slacken ever-so-slightly and he sighed. [color=0076a3]"Enyo, we don't know each other that well, but I promise you that asking for help is not a bother. It shows you are not above your teammates and that you are willing to rely on them."[/color] 

He listened, much more empathetic as she spoke. [color=0076a3]"Your body is the only thing that is held at a superhuman standard, Enyo. Your powers and your partial goddess-hood do not require you to be immune to pain or emotion.[/color]" He said, looking down at her, his eyes bridging the foot-high gap between them. 

[color=0076a3]"The best thing you could do is prevent him from doing anything like this again. That could mean getting him sent to prison."[/color] He said. [color=0076a3]"You could go to the SFPD and show them your scars. Though, if you do, I'd advise you to conceal your identity. Not everyone is wholly fond of our team."[/color] He concluded. The high-tech watch on his left wrist buzzed, and he looked down at it. [color=0076a3]"It's my turn to patrol."[/color] He explained. [color=0076a3]"I have to go. You know that I'm more than willing to help you if you need it."[/color] He turned and began to walk away, but stopped halfway to the door, looking back to her. [color=0076a3]"Thank you for trusting me enough to open up." [/color]

[@Wick]