[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=CFC500]John Watts[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/85tSPrZy/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=CFC500]Location:[/color][/b] Briefing Room
[b][color=CFC500]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]	Watts raised a slight eyebrow as Belladonna had an outburst and then headed off. He figured that almost all of the inventors in the room at this event would either love each other or hate each other - and definitely, no matter what, at least one fight would break out. The type of scientists and engineers who rose to that level of power tended to have the egos to match. Putting them all in one room with alcohol and at an event someone else was running, so they didn't need to worry about things going smoothly? That was a chemical mixture that creates chaos. He winced slightly as Alannah decided to do her rendition of the noise of nails on a chalkboard. [color=CFC500]"Could you not?!"[/color] Watts snapped at her. 

	He was going to answer her question, only everyone else beat him to it. [color=CFC500]"I would be rich, but I have two bright kids that need to go to college,"[/color] he told Sapphire matter of factly. [color=CFC500]"And we should keep Stark away from the alcohol,"[/color] he recommended. Watts figured that there would be some sort of suit on hand for him to wear. Of course, there was the problem that he needed his actual suit in order to use his abilities to keep the peace. Normal clothing didn't protect him from moving at high speeds and dealing with the enormous frictional force.