[One day, it might do to hear those stories. In her time, extraordinary abilities come from technological augmentations, unless you were one of six "lucky" women. Knowing she wasn't as alone in her struggle, but with her powers and in her fight to keep people from using them would be most welcome. If they could overcome it, then so could she.]

[Plus, she was a sucker for a good hero story.]

My dad... he was afraid of me. [There was something about Reinhardt, perhaps the absolute warmth he exuded that had her babbling, even about things she'd never really been able to tell anyone else.] He found a way to keep my powers quashed down but it... involved being locked away from other people.

It's why I still think this place is so strange, so overwhelming. I can't remember the last time I've seen so many people. And they don't look at me like they're scared of me, either.

[She hadn't realized how excited she'd gotten. The brief spike in her emotions caused a shimmer down her arm, which resulted in another disruption of lights. New this time, however, was a translucent pair of wings, which flickered into reality for only a brief minute before blinking away once more.]

[With a sheepish cough, Angel looked away from the man, wishing the burn of her cheeks would go away. At least her powers weren't doing anything particularly dangerous at present. Nevertheless, she kicked herself for losing control.]

Overwatch, right? Are there any of them here?