"Fight for justice, of course..." Tom repeated slowly, seeming to weigh each word carefully. The girl was young and almost relentlessly excitable, it made him feel old. Excitement was not exactly familiar yet. So far in his vigilante career he had been careful to formulate a plan first, never get caught up in his emotions, and then execute the plan precisely. This meant he had never fought anyone he wasn't confident that he could beat. Maybe that was why he didn't feel excitement. 

 Tom was distracted from his train of thought by catching the eye, well the visor, of someone in the crowd. The man was taller and more muscular than average, even among this crowd. The motorcycle helmet he wore made it difficult to ascertain anything about him. It may just have been paranoia but Tom got the feeling that the man was listening to him. Tom felt a slight shiver go down his spine, he had a good instinct for danger, and he felt that this man was strong. Very strong. 

 Tom shifted himself from his chair, and turned enough so that Blastgirl was not cut off, but also enough that he could properly face the motorcycle helmet-wearing man. "Hello, the name I'm going by is Wenchang, may I ask yours?" Tom's perfect elocution not completely masking his accent.