Open Out way too late and wandered way too far

Old habits do in fact die hard, and walking around bad parts of the city was a habit that Broen couldn't shake. It was his normal and it made this unfamiliar place feel at least a little more like home. He had enough sense to not go out in costume - we wasn't trying to get arrested or anything. Though, with the way some people around here dressed he might not have even been given a second glance.

The tracksuit was enough though, in case he ran into trouble. But for the third or fourth evening in a row, it looked like the thing he'd heard before was ringing true. Random crime didn't really happen on Manta Carlos.

With an almost defeated sigh, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and slipped one between his teeth before realizing that he didn't have a lighter. Well, there was someone up ahead. Wait, was that Angelo? No - he didn't have the prosthetic arm. Ah well. Probably for the best. Broen approached, hands at his sides as non-threatening as he could manage.

"Yo. Top Gun. You got a light I can get?"

Broen took the lighter and lit his cigarette, the brightening cherry like a beacon in the ever-dimming light around them. He took a long drag and held it for a moment, letting the light-headedness buzz through his skull before he exhaled away from Stefan so he didn't get smoke in his face.

"Dunno. Not from around here. But it was normal for me back home, and I ain't bout to change just cause I'm somewhere new."

Handing the lighter back, Broen rolled his shoulders and glanced down both sides of the street. He could see all the spots he'd normally be on the lookout for. Corners, places where the street lights didn't quite reach. Perfect places to hide. Then he shrugged. "Guess there's vampires and shit too though. They probably walk around at night."

He stuck out his hand, fist clenched to bump knuckles for half a second- then remembered that that wasn't common outside of the circles he ran with and shifted to an open hand for a shake instead. "Broen. You lookin' for trouble or just need the air?"

Broen grinned and went back in for the fist bump, nodding along with Stefan's reply. "I get that. I'm fairly new too. Fell in a couple months back. Lucky I guess I'm kinda used to weird bullshit going on, but there's always something you need time to adjust to."

He took another drag off of his cigarette, closing his eyes and then looking out onto the street. "This place is a lot safer than home. From what I've heard anyway. Not a lot of muggings, since you don't know what kinda fucker you'd be pulling a knife on." His voice sounded relieved, but his face had a bit of disappointment on it. Broen shook the feeling away and turned back to face Stefan.

"In case you had any worries about that, I mean."

"Fair enough," Broen said, raising a hand in concession. "I ain't that worried either, honestly. Dealt with a lot of bullshit back home so I ain't in the business of being scared."

Gesturing forward so that they could keep walking, Broen started back down the wide sidewalk with his cigarette in his teeth. "Goddess? Big fuckin deal then, huh? My mom's a superhero. Former military. Best thing that ever happened to me, honestly." There was a bit of melancholy in his voice as he spoke, his cavalier grin falling slightly as he filed through his memories of his time with Trigg and how she'd done more for him in the few years she was his parent than his actual father ever had.

But he snapped back out of it, hearing her voice in his head, barking at him that moping wasn't what he needed to be doing. He had a duty to keep moving, even if it wasn't in a direction he was looking forward to going.

"Like the real deal, yeah. She went by We the People in costume - had this whole one woman army thing going for her." Broen was at ease talking about his mom. Other than Angelo, she had been his most trusted confidant and the person he knew he could rely on the most. He talked a bit more animatedly as he went on about Agatha, explaining her costume and some of the more daring stunts she had pulled in her time.

"She helped pull me out of a really bad place when I was younger. I owe basically everything I am today to her. But I'm fuckin' rambling, man. What's your thing? I mean, I get the whole 'Mom's a goddess' thing but why are you here?"