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"I'm not really the kind of person to do that, sweetheart." Francis started off. "Besides... far, far, too many lives have been lost because somebody saw an obvious problem - but did nothin' because [i]'it's not my problem.'[/i]"

"Then we're cut from the same cloth." Andrea said with a smile and nodded approvingly to Francis. There was nothing about him - posture, thoughts, or other tells - that indicated he was being anything but honest.

"I honestly can say DOVE needs more people like you," Francis said, before he turned his head, "and... how about I help you look into Happiness a bit?" He asked. "I got the clearance. I can find just about anything that isn't top secret. It can't hurt to at least look into it to see if some weird Metahuman isn't making it."

"That quite a compliment - and... and very appreciated!" She commented. Even though a psychic, it was difficult actually believing that she'd get the support she was asking for. "Disappointing that my supervisor may not agree, but her mind is set. Not much I can do, you know?"

Andrea straightened her clothing a little more in vain attempt to appear neater and more professional. She'll have to be careful to not let the man's flattery get to her head. Boys back in school would get in her way with that nonsense all the time. All in good fun of course, but distracting, and she had to keep sharp. Still, there weren't any thoughts or emotions in Francis' head that'd insinuate any romantic interest - the man genuinely wanted to help. In that case, there [i]were[/i] a couple of things that she should probably give him so he wasn't treading already explored ground.

"Anyways, you don't have to look too far." Andrea began to explain. The enthusiasm in her voice was pretty clear. "I've already compiled documents covering everything from sightings to side-effects."

Barely waiting for a reaction, she began digging through her messenger bag and brought out a stack of papers. To the naked eye, it could have very well been at least a quarter-inch thick.

"First five pages are all names of accounted for users with brief dossiers, includes history and conditions, then we have first sightings of the drug and the pattern of its travel and use in the city - I still need to trace them back to a point of origin - an in-depth summary and analysis of the intended effects, [i]then[/i] you have reported side-effects after use of drug, followed by--"

Francis was wondering if she would drone on and on about it here of all places. He kept that smile on his face even though he wanted to frown. Maybe he could just-

"--and no, I know what you're thinking," she said, glaring a little bit after him, "humor me for one more second - [i]followed by the victims' medical history.[/i]"

Andrea finally stopped for a moment, looking at Francis expectantly.

He awkwardly chuckled as he realized she was a bit sharper than he expected! 

Not that he thought she was dumb, but she pretty much read him like a card! That smile waned a little bit as Francis put his hand on the stack of papers, and lightly pushed them downwards as a gesture to stop.

"Not tryna' discourage you, but look around," Francis said, "We can talk about the specifics later, yeah? Let's have some fun, forget about work... forget about Happiness. Just for a second."

For a moment, Andrea was silent. She broke that silence with a sigh and gripped the stack of papers with both her hands and drifted her glowing eyes back down to Francis.

"I know this isn't as important to you as it is to me." Andrea urged. Of course it wasn't. Otherwise she wouldn't have began the case first. "I understand that, it's okay... but I have... a personal stake in this. I can't just forget about it."

She paused for a second and her eyes darted curiously between Francis and no person or place in particular in that time.

"And you aren't asking me to..." Andrea droned slightly, before seemingly snapping back, "this is just something I need out of the way. I mean... what I told you, really, that's it. Just a quick overview. The papers are where you'll get [i]actual[/i] specifics... it's a place to start."

The young woman offered Francis the papers once more, apparently eager to get the information in someone else's hands.

Well... if it would make Andrea feel better, Francis would take the papers. He intended on reading them [i]after[/i] the rally (He had to finish patrolling all the food stands), but he took the stack of papers in hand. Before he quickly scanned through a few of the pages with his rather impressive reading speed.

"I've got other copies. Well, copies of copies." Andrea admitted. "And a flash drive. Plus a Dropbox... with a private address."

This woman was [i]committed.[/i] Francis was now worried what he got himself into, but he was going to see this through to the end. Though, that smile had long faded.

"...This will do, but I'll definitely contact you if I lose it." Francis assured her, as he nodded his head as he finished reading.

 "I'll finish this later... maybe while we're eating, yes?" He [i]hoped[/i] she didn't interpret it as wanting a date. He had no interest in Andrea that way (it'd be really unprofessional, and Francis just wasn't into Andrea). "There's a lot of food here... and I'd like to try some [i]real[/i] American cuisine."

Andrea just laughed a little bit, feeling the tension finally beginning to slip away. She replied in bemusement, "Yeah, right. [i]American cuisine.[/i]"

At least he made her laugh! Francis started walking with his arms swinging wide. "From Brazil," Francis explained. "So, everything's new to me."

"Poland." Andrea answered.

"Oh?" Francis asked, "How's it like?"

He stopped once he got to a few of the food stands. "So, could ya' do me a favor, and pick out what you think is the best food here?" He smiled as she put his hand out to display all these stands. Ranging from fried chicken, to funnel cake, to french fries. There was a lot to choose from. "I'll pay for both of us."

"Um..." Andrea began thoughtfully. Lord, she hadn't thought about eating this kind of junk food in... ever. She finished sarcastically, "Define [i]best?[/i] Most good food in America are in restaurants. From [i]other[/i] cultures."

"Well," Francis shrugged, before he answered, "What [i]tastes[/i] the best."

"That narrows it down." Andrea mused, tapping her chin with the tip of her finger. "I would just stick to the ice cream and maybe the french fries."

"Ice cream it is." Francis said, followed by a chuckle. "I gotta say, I have a mean sweet tooth..."

He peered over towards the french fry stand, and saw a greasy mess that made his stomach churn.

"... And I like having good arteries."

He walked over to the ice cream stand, and had to resist sticking his tongue out like one of those cartoons! He had plenty to choose from! Francis was never one for chocolate, and he always loved caramel! So he got the vanilla ice cream topped with caramel and marshmallows. It just sounded delicious! Francis was going to enjoy this. He nudged at Andrea.

"Feel free to get whatever you want," Francis smiled at her. "On me."

"I'll just have the same as you." Andrea insisted with a smile. She had a good feeling about the future.