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[usavatar]

[He examines the monitor with the passing familiarity of someone who knows how this works, but isn't entirely used to it and doesn't particularly like it. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, solemn.]

Thank you, first of all, to the people who helped me out of the water and into the city. I hope some of you see this. If there's anything I can do to repay you for that, please don't hesitate to ask. My name is Steve. Steve Rogers. I'm a captain in the United States Army, from Earth, or Midgard, I guess, if you're familiar with that name. This… Well, I'm not sure what to make of it all, but I'm curious to know if anyone is trying or has tried to get to their homes from here.

Are there people from Earth here? Or other worlds. Anyone at all, really, who'd be willing to tell me more about what we're into.

I'm more than willing to meet wherever you feel most comfortable.

[A pause, a nod, and he turns off the feed.]

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I CAN SWIM. GO GET HIM!

[littlecousin]

[The splash breaks her reverie and she looks up, startled, to see Cap swimming toward her with an intense expression on his face. It doesn't occur to her that this Cap, not knowing Namor, also doesn't know she can breathe underwater, so she stands and frowns up at him, concerned.]

Cap? What's wrong?

[Atlanteans can talk underwater because comics.]

REAL MOVIE HERO

[usavatar]

[Well that inspires a flounder and an attempt to get to the surface as quickly as possible, because NOT AS PLANNED OR EXPECTED.]

[littlecousin]

[Oops. Well, he can't explain what's going on while he's down here, and if there are hordes of anti-foreigner kedan rampaging through the sector, it ought to become immediately obvious once she breaks the surface.

Nita swims up behind Cap and hooks her arms underneath his, lifting him smoothly out of the water into into the air. She sets him on the pool deck and darts around to hover in front of him with one of those quick, no-motions-lost maneuvers experienced fliers tend to use.]

Is everything okay?

[Since there do not appear to be barbarians at the gates.]

[usavatar]

[He coughs, recovering more from the sudden jolt from the water and the sight of her flying under her own power than anything.

Once he trusts himself to speak without choking:] I. Thought you were drowning.

[SHEEPISH? YES A BIT.]

[littlecousin]

[Since there will be no SPRINGING INTO BATTLE, Nita lands, looking up at Cap.]

But I'm Atlant--oh. Right. You don't know me.

[And all the melancholy momentarily banished by Cap's dramatic arrival comes flooding back.]

[usavatar]

[--Adkjsdj he is dripping wet and she can fly and breathe under water and he needs a bit of mental calibration for a sec, Nita, before the guilt at her change in mood sets in. Which it does, in short order.]

Ma'am- [A pause, because that particular word choice probably drove home the fact that he's a stranger. Gently:] I'm sorry I'm not the man you know. But I would like to know you, if... [a gesture toward the chairs at the side of the pool.] If that's something you're comfortable with.

[littlecousin]

[Cap just called her "ma'am." She cannot even deal with that, and swallows hard before forcing out a shaky...]

...Sure.

[Nita sits sideways on one of the lounge chairs, hunched up on herself, a posture that would signal something's off with anyone, but is practically catastrophic on her.]