Stefan was fascinated. He really was. He'd been fascinated ever since he was contacted by the scary man in the designer suit and expensive brand shades. Funny how the stereotype wasn't so laughable when you were contacted by a legit, real life Man in Black/Agent, asked a wierd question and then handed a phone with wierd specific instructions. You'd figure a superhero association would be less secretive and have nicer recruiters, right? Whatever the case, he was certainly fascinated by the whole situation. Being a wandering hero had been great, he'd spent a good couple of years helping people as both Stefan Stein and Helion Strahl, wandering the countryside and working for what he needed and others could provide, but this was the next step it would appear. He was moving on from "street level" into bigger and greater things.

The ridiculously long flight was an experience he could've done without, however. A total of two days spent on a plane. The single longest non-stop flight time recorded, according to an aviation enthusiast he'd worked for once, was 18 hours and 50 minutes.They probably hadn't circumnavigated the globe but they had to have come close, and while that was impressive in and of itself Stefan just had to wonder why he'd been stuck in a plane for so long. The lack of teleporters or special faster than thought possible planes was certainly dissapointing. He hadn't known what to expect but being stuck in a giant flying waiting room, however nice it was, certainly hadn't come to mind. And since the rest of the people on the plane didn't seem particularly sociable, he was left to pass the time on his own.

And time passed, slowly. After what seemed like a near-infinite amount of snacks (at least one of each type available), drinks (at least one cup of every type) and plenty of sleeping (an experience he never got tired of, hah), they finally...FINALLY arrived at their destination. And Stefan was lulled out of boredom to be fascinated yet again. The announcer had called it Paradise, and it sounded about right, it was certainly the nicest place Stefan had ever seen in his whole life, and he was here to learn how to be a hero. It was good to be alive. He had no belongings sans the clothes he was wearing, a reasonably new set, so he focused solely on getting out of the plane and taking in the sights once his eyes adjusted to the light. Nevermind the map he'd learn it later.

He couldn't wait for it all to start, but for the moment he was busy looking at Mary flipping her knife in the air. That was pretty cool, he'd never seen anyone do that. Approaching the girl with a friendly stride and earnest smile on his face, he kept his eyes on the knife as he adressed her "That's so cool! How'd you learn to do that? I'd probably slice my fingers right off if I tried".