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With help from a teammate who knew more about being a tough mercenary with a haunting reputation, Cora put together an aesthetic that would easily deter any suspicions that she was actually a superhero. Using the tools in the lab, she was able to quickly construct a new set of armor. Black fabric with gold highlights, covered by angular plates of aircraft-grade titanium, which she electroplated with graphene. Her blue and white helmet was replaced with a much denser one in her new color scheme, and sported a visor that [i]looked[/i] to be a lot more sophisticated than it actually was.

Over her shoulders was a cloak, hanging halfway off her body. And in her arms was a rifle. But not just any rifle, a very high-tech one that she built herself along with Viktor. She didn’t get a lot of use out of it, since it was [i]far[/i] too loud, but the point was to look like a menace. Because [i]Stormcaller[/i] didn’t use futuristic firearms. But [i]Fulgora,[/i] the mercenary bodyguard assigned to work security for the Gala, had no trouble blasting people. Was it necessary to ham it up that much? Probably not, but that wasn’t stopping her. She even stuck a cheap radio speaker in her helmet to make her voice sound more intimidating.

When they all got to the hangar, Cora immediately understood why Batman wanted them to be cautious about this Origami girl. A background like hers, with a smile like that? It had to be an act, and if they didn’t prep for this, Cora definitely would have been more friendly right now.

[color=ffcc00]”You’re Origami?”[/color] The radio in her helmet crackled faintly. [color=ffcc00]”Thought you’d be taller.”[/color] Being friendly with her would only be a risk right now. Not until the League was absolutely certain she was actually going through with this change of heart.