"Thanks," Mika carefully measured out the butter and the sugar before dumping it into the bowl.
She nodded, agreeing with Alfie. Though she sincerely hoped that there was no big secret league of evil villains, it was definitely not out of the question and should be looked into. "Before the night at the warehouse, I'd only heard about the communicators, like an urban legend," Mika explained, this whole thing still felt a little bit surreal to her, "I didn't realize there were so many people who did what I did." It seemed odd that she'd never run into someone else before now, but she could understand why. It wasn't like she made it a mission to get noticed when she was out on patrol, either.
"Yes," Mika smiled, "They're much better than I am. I think my father used to do this when he was younger, he doesn't talk about it but he's the one who trained us." She said this with a sense of pride in her voice, she looked up to her father as a hero and he could do no wrong in her eyes.