Despite the Owlman was lacking credentials before, this building certainly proved something. The entry and main lobby was a sight to behold and Ann became lost in the architecture. While scanning around, Ann looked over at her sister, Ariadne. As expected, her grumpy sister was still stewing in some type of anger but perhaps she was right. There wasn't anything to be happy about yet. Just because everything looked official, there was always something to hide. The question then became, what were could they be hiding here?
A man greeted both Owlman and Ann. The man, while certainly appearing to be a teen's dream, came off a bit rude by addressing Ann as "another stray", as if this were some type of dog impound. She didn't let it show but Ann certainly tensed up in a sudden fury. Then the man addressed her as a "meta". That was a term Ann had rarely heard as she didn't often times socialize and when she did, she made sure not to expose her meta status. But thankfully the man changed his tone and both Ann and Ariadne eased up a little.
"I... uh. No." She stated hesitantly. "There isn't anybody to call." She answered him as she looked away and clasped her arm. If there was somebody, Ann couldn't remember but the fact that nobody found her yet means there probably isn't a somebody.
Before the interrogation could continue, a boy came up. He seemed just as nervous as she did and her mind suddenly flashed to "another stray". This was probably another one like her. The fact that he was still alive and not subjugated to experimentation yet seemed to be promising. "Hi!" Some excitement resonating her voice. But she didn't press farther. Instead she became conscious of just how gross she must look. She turned back to the older man. "Um. Can I.. Do you have a shower and clothes?" It wasn't the first time she had been in a type of foster care and usually those that take her in provided her with both.
Ohh, damn, looking at her reaction to asking if she had anyone to call hurt. Max had seen a lot of that face.
The girls request, then, didn't come as very much of a shock. She either didn't have anyone, or she didn't have anyone she trusted. Either way, sometimes you just needed a safe place to get cleaned up. He pressed a button on his ear. "Melony. I need you to come cover for me for a bit. Right. Thanks." He looked around, got up from his console, and started walking down the hall. "Honey we got more than that. Come with me."
Considering she followed him he lead her serendipitously to one of the suits of the luxurious Private Shelter 4, opening up the door to let her see. "Now, technically, these are exclusive to people with superpowers who we take in that are hiding or running from something or, hell, just need a safe space to get their head on straight. Buuuuut, we are never even near full up so I don't see the harm in bending the rules juuuust a bit, let you stay the night. I'll be 'round with your clothing presently, just fold anything you want washed outside the door, and if you're hungry I'll pop down to the cafeteria to pick you something." He said jovially, before taking on a more serious, compassionate tone. "Seriously though, are you sure there's no one you want me to contact? If you're in trouble I have friends in the precinct, we work with them a lot so we have a good relationship. If you don't want to get the police involved there are a few battered woman shelters I could point you to. Believe me, I wouldn't be working this job if I didn't want to help."
