John heard a voice from behind him. Such a thing would not be ordinarily possible, since he was ten stories in the air, hovering near a building. And yet he still heard the voice of a young woman. As he turned, his eyes were red for a moment, before looking like those of a regular human of African-American descent. He noticed that he was not the only one standing in the sky without strings or a jet pack.
So it seemed that she could fly too. That was interesting. He wondered what else she could do. Perhaps she was one of the new arrivals. She didn't seem like a villain, so that was also a plus. "I'm at least within this solar system," he said with a nod. "I was originally from Mars. John Jones, detective."