Nightingale banks to follow Oni. As they pass through the shadow of the alley, her wings grow, flapping once and regaining some of her lost altitude.
Pulse frowns, finishing his meal. If there was a chance he would become illegal after the election, that meant he had a deadline. Right now, it wasn't looking like he would get anywhere close to figuring out who Silver Tongue was before then... not without some help.
He pulls up his computer, searching for when the election was taking place to double-check the date. Meanwhile, he starts running through a list of potential allies. Superhuman seemed like one, though his condition could make true cooperation difficult. Other than that... well, he hadn't met any other heroes yet, had he? He could ask the Foundation for some of his parents' old contacts, but who knew if any of them were still around? Instead, he pulls out a radio, flicking through various emergency frequencies. If he listened long enough, maybe he'd find a lead to another hero here in the city. He leans back, settling in for a long night.
Instead, he is quickly informed of an altercation near the city's waterfront. Some sort of reptilian creature had started attacking civilians... and a man in a suit of armor had jumped in to save him. There was his hero. Pulse hurriedly pulls the costume back on before rushing out the door to join the fight.