Roxy orders a cider as well a big soft pretzel, she bats her eyes at Kyle as he pays for them both.

"Don't let superheroes give you a complex, trust me, we aren't that great. Most of us are super emotionally fucked up and the only thing we are good at is getting into fights with like giant monsters. None of us have like real skills, people or even like job wise because most times we work for the government or have some creepy old rich guy who pays for everything so it's not like we know how to hold down a regular job let alone a career."