[Indeed he can, because Ochako doesn't get a bad vibe from him at all, and what with the air in general being so unsettling and creepy, his overall presence isn't ticking on that radar...because it's being drowned out by everything else. Besides, he's done nothing to convince the young Hero that he's anything but a gentleman.
Gosh, but that quirk. She is really fascinated by it, and would love to know more, but...Ochako knows it's not exactly the time or place to pry. Especially considering knowing the details of someone's quirk during a literal war gives the other party a tactical advantage, she likes this charming, red stranger...but Ochako still doesn't know if she can fully trust him. He sort of just appeared from the gloom in a place that is very much not where she was supposed to be, and his quirk seems strong, too. She wants to trust him, but being overly so is just foolish, and puts herself in between a rock and hard place if the cards don't favor her at some point. As crappy as it is...Ochako has to be on guard, at least until she can learn more.
Does mean she can't be nice, though. She opens her mouth to say something, probably that this style of fashion definitely is on the more classy and elegant side than most modern wear, but each has its charms, though she stops herself and blinks. Huh? Is...quirk not the coined term where he's from? No...no, that wouldn't be, the borders have been closed since Jaku's fall, and the "war" officially started making waves. He would have to be from Japan, but then his accent is totally different, almost American, so maybe he's a tourist, but wait--...urgh. Her head hurts.]
Your...quirk. What you just did, um. [Ochako gestures first to his cane, then her dress.] 'Metahuman ability' is the scientific term? You know, eh...superpower, I guess? Like how almost everyone's got.
[Glancing around them real quick, Ochako spots some overgrown beam of some kind leaning against a collapsed ceiling, or upper level and putter over to it, hailing "like this!" over her shoulder before she just grabs one end of it and, with a tiny flash of pink from her finger pads...
DEADLIFTS THE WHOLEASS THING OVER HER HEAD WITH ONE HAND.]
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Gosh, but that quirk. She is really fascinated by it, and would love to know more, but...Ochako knows it's not exactly the time or place to pry. Especially considering knowing the details of someone's quirk during a literal war gives the other party a tactical advantage, she likes this charming, red stranger...but Ochako still doesn't know if she can fully trust him. He sort of just appeared from the gloom in a place that is very much not where she was supposed to be, and his quirk seems strong, too. She wants to trust him, but being overly so is just foolish, and puts herself in between a rock and hard place if the cards don't favor her at some point. As crappy as it is...Ochako has to be on guard, at least until she can learn more.
Does mean she can't be nice, though. She opens her mouth to say something, probably that this style of fashion definitely is on the more classy and elegant side than most modern wear, but each has its charms, though she stops herself and blinks. Huh? Is...quirk not the coined term where he's from? No...no, that wouldn't be, the borders have been closed since Jaku's fall, and the "war" officially started making waves. He would have to be from Japan, but then his accent is totally different, almost American, so maybe he's a tourist, but wait--...urgh. Her head hurts.]
Your...quirk. What you just did, um. [Ochako gestures first to his cane, then her dress.] 'Metahuman ability' is the scientific term? You know, eh...superpower, I guess? Like how almost everyone's got.
[Glancing around them real quick, Ochako spots some overgrown beam of some kind leaning against a collapsed ceiling, or upper level and putter over to it, hailing "like this!" over her shoulder before she just grabs one end of it and, with a tiny flash of pink from her finger pads...
DEADLIFTS THE WHOLEASS THING OVER HER HEAD WITH ONE HAND.]