[center][h3][b][color=ff48a5]Mary Sue Sullivan[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://image.film.at/images/cfs_landscape_616w_347h/7106616/46-149344534.jpg
[/img][hr][b][color=ff48a5]Location:[/color][/b] Cafeteria
[b][color=ff48a5]Skills: [/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=ff48a5]Costume: [/color][/b] Avenger's academy uniform
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	Mary Sue had a few things she was apparently pretty good at. She could think well on her feet, she was creative, and she'd obtained a kind of hypervigilance that made her very good at adjusting her responses and reactions on the fly. At this point, that last part of her wasn't something she cared for; it made her feel almost monstrous, and it was probably where her anxiety stemmed from, but at this particular moment, it was the thing that told her her new friend wasn't quite right. Though Andy was smiling and speaking of movies, her hands were unsteady. Something had hurt her.

	Mary Sue gently placed her punch down, and thought carefully. Andy was hiding something right now, and there were two reasons, broadly, that people would refuse to say why they weren't doing well. They were either like Mary Sue, and scared of taking up space and making themselves[i]cost[/i] something, or they didn't feel safe to do so. She thought she had a solution that could deal with either situation handily, or at least tell her what she was dealing with. Direct confrontation might upset Andy more, so instead, she agreed with Zari, "[color=ff48a5]I think going to find movies; or watch one if Andy has any handy that she wants to share, could be fun! What do you wanna do, Andy?[/color]" Mary Sue gave her best friendly grin at her. She was confident she could make this girl feel better, and honestly? Solving somebody else's problems was exactly the kind of distraction she needed right now.