"I told you, Jason, we're not flying anymore so you can let go." The metal power armor clanged with every step it took through the base, on its back was looked to be a teen whose arms and legs were tied around the shoulders, bending in a very inhuman way.
 "But this is fun, I'm a backpack! Or a parachute!" Said the strange teen
"Or a pain in my- Oh look, we're not the first ones here. That you, Quinn? Been a while hasn't it, haven't fought with you since... Draco the Conjurer, right?"

Jason didn't feel much of a need to get his fathers attention in their current company as there was a younger girl with the hawk woman his father had clearly labeled as a hero. If this Quinn brought this girl then that meant she must be a hero in training as well, but there wasn't a similarity in appearance to make them related... would he be the only one here with a family member as their mentor? Jason realized he had been silently dangling from his fathers back and thought it would be best to stand on his own feet for an introduction... what he didn't think of was how hard it would be to untangle his arms and legs without any hands to use.
[i]'Sure, now I realize I should have listened to him int he first place.' [/i] he thought as he struggled.

While it was not quick and unnoticeable he managed to get his hands free before his father untied his feet in what looked like a single movement. This surprised him as he was not ready for freedom to suddenly and fell to the ground. He stood shamefully as his first impression among other heroes was him being a goof and falling on his a... butt. He looked up from the floor to meet the eyes of his new team mate and fellow trainee. He held out his hand to shake hers while giving his name.

"I'm Jason and I am made of rubber." As he said that his hand went limp and drooped to the floor as he lost control again.