Something about her movement and voice was otherworldly. It teased a part of his mind that he recognized the quality of something new, like the taste of an accent for a language he'd yet to hear, and of a place he'd never head of. She talked of being a - hero? - before. Of others? But he'd never seen or heard of a person like this. She didn't seem that old, then. It meant there were other teenagers here once, that did what he... wanted to do. What Batgirl and Spoiler and Robin and Spider-Man did.
And in this building. Doug looked at his feet, imagining what was inside. He felt it worth exploring, just to walk on the history of people whose experiences were so close to his yearnings.
When she grew alerted, he recognized immediately the woman's body language, and peered off in the direction she had. He couldn't see anything; but he'd been around long enough to know that not seeing did not guarantee there wasn't something in the shadows. He peered as well as he could, but when unable to determine what was out there, he turned back to the woman, taking a step closer, feeling a chill down his spine as her voice changed back to that otherworldly presence.
"Is everything alright? Should I be worried... uhhh, what's your name?"