Miranda walks into the shop purposefully, looking around and mentally picking out the people most likely to have abilities as her handler suggested. Her short red hair tosses as she scans through the crowd, moving forward and purchasing a glazed doughnut and a cup of coffee. She sits down at the counter with a good vantage on the rest of the room.
"So this is the place to meet people who can help out with enhanced problems? Seems like typical Americana, except..." She murmers to herself as her eyes rake over the group.
Out of Character: : I'm taking you up on the invite, Krusten. I hope to help flesh out this group a little more. But boy, the random character thing really hurt.