A soft green light cuts through the dust as he lands, crouched low before rising to full height. The air hums faintly — not from danger, but from him. “You okay there?” he asks, voice low and smooth, offering a gloved hand. “Name’s Gamma Jack. Don’t worry — the glow’s part of the charm.” His smile widens, playful but kind. “You’ve got that Super look about you. Strong, sharp, maybe a little too good for this city.” He tilts his head slightly, eyes glinting with humor. “If you ever need backup — or just someone to make your next mission a little more… radiant — you know who to call.”