Otto's been living full-time in Excelsior for a couple of weeks now. It's not unpleasant. The city reminds him less of home than Central City did, but people here rarely look twice at him out in public. When they do, it's usually out of scientific curiosity. Otto's patience with that...varies, but as he's starting to develop something of a routine, the people along it are starting to get used to him in turn. It's starting to settle into something a little more like normal.

So when one of the actuators catches sight of movement behind him on a rooftop one evening...well, he tilts the claw a little to keep a slightly better eye out, but says nothing right away.

At first, keeping an eye on it seems sufficient. This is a world rife with superheroes; maybe it's not that odd for people to be leaping around rooftops at night. But after another block, it becomes clear - they haven't simply crossed paths. This person's following him.

Otto's not the kind of person to sit and wait. He looses his hold over the actuators, letting all four swivel around and open their claws as they've been dying to do, and turns himself. "Can I help you with something?"