Obviously she was comfortable with her powers and he was pretty sure that she most likely had powers similar to him. Or was it he that had powers similar to her? Nothing would have complimented the winter weather like the feeling that you are possibly nothing more than a carbon copy of someone else. She was smiling; did that mean she knew him? Or did she know of him? Why did it unnerve him so much to the point he just stood stock still in the air?

Then it hit him in that moment while she was looking away. Of course! He looked down at his clothes and they began come off his body through his tactile kinesis until it was plain to see the black and red suit he wore that had a similar S in the center of his chest. The red part of his suit stood out from the black, almost seeming to glow. That had to be it. Like him, all she needed to see was that crest.

Now he wondered if that was such a good idea. The last girl who saw the S wanted to beat the living daylights out of him. His breath, which was visible thanks to the cold, vanished for a brief moment as he took a deep breath, half expecting her to bull rush him, flying at blinding speed.