John looked at all of them. None of them seemed awful. He wasn't surprised that a woman and a black man were here. The metahuman gene didn't really judge. And neither did he. "So what can each of you do?" asked an Irishman. John looked up and replied, "I can manipulate light." John thought a demonstration might be fitting so he raised his hand and suddenly the light that was coming from overhead had moved to his palm. John directed the now super heated light at a wall and burned the Allies symbol into it.