[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/389c0ac6b62d482eb709d0517b347589/tumblr_psqd1zlT251y4marvo3_r2_250.gif[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station (First Floor)
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Waverley furrowed her eyebrows at Colossus' question, tilting her head ever so slightly. Being so fully submerged with pop culture and television trivia, it always gave her some amount of satisfaction to teach people any information they might be lacking. It's like it fed some starved, hidden superiority complex deep within her bones. But Chris Pratt? Everyone knew Chris Pratt. Even Waverley's sister, who never so much as touched a celebrity gossip magazine, knew who he was. 

[color=Purple]"He's-"[/color] Waverley began, ready to run through the actor's history, from his start in Everwood to his work in Parks and Rec, but she stopped herself. This information, she realized, was not, in fact, helpful in any way, shape, or form, and would, in fact, be interrupting a very important interrogation of a super villain who did, in fact, appear to have very important things to tell them. [color=purple]"It's really not important,"[/color] she concluded, turning her attention back to the bags, the kids, and Cayden. She lifted the bags up one at a time, distributing each one to its designated child, helping the little ones get the bags on. When she heard Cayden's comment, a smile spread across her lips.

[color=purple]"Thanks,"[/color] she replied, slipping the straps of a kid's backpack over his shoulders. [color=purple]"It's not exactly super strength, but we gotta make the best of what we got, right?"[/color] Waverley gave a small chuckle as she lightly patted the back of the kid's backpack to signal that he was set to go. When she was about to move onto the next child, however, someone she didn't recognize busted into the Mutant Underground base, or at least what remained of it. He was somewhat regal-looking, adorned in a leather jacket, with a computer in hand. Not a laptop, a full on computer [i]tower[/i]. Waverley stood back up, rebar in hand, and stepped out in front of the kids, holding her arms out to make herself as big of a target as possible in attempt to protect the kids. She expected a fight to break out, but it never did. After a few seconds of nothing, Waverley realized no one else appeared ready to fight the thin young man, and lowered her arms, looking confused once again. She hesitantly leaned over to Cayden, her voice somewhat lowered. [color=Purple]"Who is he?"[/color]