[Fukami finishes laying things out and then moves, to settle himself into a chair at the table. A small nod is inviting Roderic to join him-- he's made steaks. From what? Might be shark. Might be delicious. There's also a salad, made from seaweed and a few other plants.
Which will also be, maybe surprisingly, tasty. Fukami's good at cooking.]
Vigilantes, [he echoes, polite to show that he's listening but also to keep him speaking.] What are metahumans?
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Which will also be, maybe surprisingly, tasty. Fukami's good at cooking.]
Vigilantes, [he echoes, polite to show that he's listening but also to keep him speaking.] What are metahumans?