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Message: <blockquote data-quote="pathfinderq1" data-source="post: 7021381" data-attributes="member: 48394">The figure was clad in a close-fitting bodysuit of some dull grey material, that covered every inch of her body, even rendering her face into a nearly featureless oval- whatever it was, it was too heavy to be spandex (and not quite so... revealing). And whoever was wearing that costume was clearly a woman, lightly built and barely five feet tall.Even without seeing her face, her body language was plain enough. As the receptionist spoke, the woman spread her arms wider, the very picture of "Who, Me?". She looked down at herself, as if double-checking her own appearance, then swept an eyeless 'glance' around the room, lingering on the other obvious metahumans. "And I look totally like that Doctor Crazy-pocalyse on TV, don't I, hermana? Maybe I'm here to help? Or did I jump the line on tryouts?" she said, waving at the other supers. Still, despite her words, and her deliberate attempt to look non-threatening, she seemed to shift in place, almost like the flicker of a bad TV signal, or a missing frame of film in a movie.</blockquote>