The old woman blinked, then typed slowly. "Relation?"
"Brother."
"Is he a registered Super?"
"No."
"Has he awakened any known ability?"
"Superhuman strength."
The old lady frowned. "That's it?"
"He's hiding the rest."
That made her pause. She studied him again, more carefully this time. "You sure he's not just some muscled-up gym rat with a protein obsession?"
Elius met her gaze with a cold, impassive look. "He could snap metal bars with his fingers at age twelve. He doesn't train, he doesn't diet, he doesn't follow any program. He just is."
The woman pursed her lips, clearly skeptical, but not entirely dismissive.
"What's his combat aptitude rating?" she asked.
"Unknown."
"Has he been in a real fight?"
"Constantly."
"Is he aware of his potential?"
"No. But I am."
