One of the heroes was a odd looking one. Pale skin, pale hair, even her eyes were a misty shade of grey. Her general appearance gave a rather meek look, standing shorter than most of the other heroes.

 She held at her identification cane, holding it close. She didn't like the noise, the crowd, it was way too much for her. To help clear her head and focus on something that wasn't all the noise, she counted the people in the crowd, her Radar going off. Under her breath she counted. A reporter approached her, taking a photograph as he was at it. "Can I ask you a few questions, ma'am? I'm over here." He said, hitting the fingers of his right hand against the palm of his left, trying to catch her attention. 

"I'm not deaf." Shen-Mu replied, despite her foreign sounding name, her Japanese was flawless. Speaking to the man, but not looking at him. Behind, in front, or to the side, with her quirk it was all the same. "What are your questions?"

"Thank you," the reporter pulled up his camera, "Tell the folks at home about yourself."

"I paint." Shen-Mu replied, "I paint what I see without my eyes."

"Uh huh..." the reporter began to feel uneasy about the girl, looking to the crowd, not even sure how to follow up on a statement like that.