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Not the Cult’s fault then. Well at least there was that. Still didn’t detract from the shred of worry Alex wasn’t able to shake out of his mind. He couldn’t help but squint when Jemma poked her head back out and had a distinct lack of wings. The Eogue super parts of his brain already turning.

[color=deepskyblue][i]Well it looks like her wings are gone, so probably some kind of changer. Maybe a breaker? But she didn’t look vastly different so maybe she could just tuck them in really tightly? That would just make her a more extreme deviant right? We’re wings all she could do? Ugh, stop overthinking and save it.[/i][/color] There was literally about to be time to ask questions. No need to speculate. 

Not missing a beat, Alex matched in ahead of everyone else. He was going to get some form of answer out of this. Hopefully, there was a bit of hesitation at the notion of doing anything close to interrogation. “powering up” later in life was usually due to severe fight or flight situations that were more often traumatic. Pushing for the whole story might not be good for Jemma’s mental health right now, she did seem somewhat off. Not that he could really put his finger on what it was but the vibes were off somehow. Gut feelings had kept him alive this long. Not like he was going to start ignoring them now.

Alex removed his helmet when all three men were inside and the doors closed. Graham and Koba were some of many people in Shieldtown that knew Alex’s face already, though given that his secret identity was all but an open secret among the locals really didn’t make that too significant. 
Clipping the helmet to his belt, Alex gave Jemma a more appraising look but still managed one of his friendly smiles. [b][color=deepskyblue]” So, Should I expect Shieldtown to have another local Rogue in the future? I’m mostly kidding. But for real, what . . .”[/color][/b] He paused, smile dropping as a look of concern grew across his face. 

[b][color=deepskyblue]” What happened?”[/color][/b] that was the million Clatter question of the hour. All encompassing and most likely exceedingly complicated. Cause when was anything simple these days? Alex felt like he could already feel the headache ready to slap him upside the head. And this was supposed to be a happy occasion. Being a paranoid Rogue was a curse most of the time.