[indent][color=ff664d]"Y'know technically you can't have [i]just[/i] super speed?"[/color] Lilian returned the question faster than he could even process what he was saying. A small part of his brain screamed that he was about to devolve into senseless info-dumping, but he was too focused on what he was saying to actually process the warning as he continued, [color=ff664d]"Due to the high friction of moving so fast, you would actually need a significant healing factor to go along with it, and that's not even getting into the strength and endurance requirements necessary to move the body fast enough to be considered moving at a notable speed comparable to that of the average speedster. Throw in the need for dexterity and general mental processing to be able to keep up with the world around you as everything moves by at a speed unnatural to your form, and well, you've actually got a pretty hefty powerset right there! But─ uh-uhm..."[/color] and there it was. His brain caught up and he realized what he had just done.

[color=f6989d][i]Shit...[/i][/color] he thought, [color=f6989d][i]Okay. Just don't...don't be dumb, Li. So you went psycho for a minute and blabbered on about shit no one cares about. No big deal. No big deal unless you [b]make it[/b] a big deal. And you're not going to do that. Right? You're not [b]going[/b] to make this a big deal.[/i][/color]

He cleared his throat and coughed awkwardly, [color=ff664d]"Uh, but um, that's all, technicality and shit. Y'know. Science crap. Nothing ya really need to think about in a hypothetical. Speed's a good choice. I think it would really add to your powerset. Maybe toss on some that dexterity with it too, though, huh?"[/color] he laughed, [color=ff664d]"Could probably save the DNCC a few hundred in window repairs."[/color]

Screaming. Li's internal monologue was nothing but [i]screaming[/i] by that point and he wanted to slam his head into the table. What the hell was wrong with him? Who just, goes off like that? [i]And it was all on tape![/i]

[color=f6989d][i]Dear gods, going back through this recording is going to be absolute hell,[/i][/color] he thought, fighting the urge to bury his face in his hands as he kept his gaze steady on King Stag, though his hands were under the table, fingers clawing as his stupid slacks. The fabric felt awful and was in no way comforting. He wished he had just dressed normally. He wished he had prepared himself better. He wished he had better control over whatever the hell that explosion of useless information was. He just hoped that he wasn't making a bad impression. He just prayed that this big-time hero wasn't put off, but more than that, that no one would bring attention to his weirdness.[/indent]