Walter watched as the woman strode into the room. To him, she was a newcomer. Some of the other heroes seemed to recognize her. Walter noticed, though, that many of those who did chose to ignore her. It was subtle—a slightly turning away of the head, a sudden interest in something across the room—but unmistakable.
She moved with an aura of confidence. Some might have even called it arrogance, Walter considered, but he did not read it that way. Here was a woman certain of her abilities—and one probably capable of send him flying into the next suite with a single kick of her electric red boots. Her sandy blonde hair was coiffed in a flyway style that hung in long, broad curls down along her shoulders.
She had chosen classic primary colors for her outfit: blue, red, white, and splash of yellow. Walter found this a welcome, and even nostalgic, departure from the dark and often monochrome color schemes that many of the modern heroes seemed to prefer. Sure, they provided better camouflage at night, but they were not nearly so interesting during the daylight hours.
From the way she moved, Walter could see that her sturdy build was densely packed with muscle. The way her outfit fit her ample curves allowed for little doubt that she was, undeniably, female. While she was not what Walter would consider stunningly attractive, she was definitely noticeable.
She seated herself in an empty chair between two male heroes. Neither of them acknowledged her presence, but Walter saw subtle signs that they were both aware of it. She appeared unperturbed by their lack of courtesy.
He leaned over toward Carson at his right and whispered, “Who’s that?”
When Carson turned his attention to him, Walter motioned with his eyes. Carson’s looked and his eyes rolled upward.
“Isabel,” he whispered in return, as if that explained everything.
Walter glanced at the woman and then back at Carson, who was beginning to turn away. Walter shook his head to indicate his lack of understanding. Carson appeared annoyed by his ignorance.
“Random Factor,” Carson hissed
It was clear that he wanted to end the exchange with Walter and return to the conversation with the buxom young heroine on his other side. Walter eyed the young woman disapprovingly, but gave a mental shrug. It was Carson’s business if he wanted to waste his time only to be rejected by someone at least a decade younger.
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