Homelander allowed himself but the briefest of chuckles as he lifted a hand to point incredulously at the stranger.
โ what? *you? really? well, if you've got a death wish, pal, be my guest. you won't make it too far, I promise you that. โ
like he'd allow himself to bend knee, anyway? he ---
"Paper won't get me actual DNA."
The other's words were spoken in a calm monotone as he stared down the supe, no fear present in his alert eyes. What he was after wasn't connected to any specific event. He was here for his own reasons.
"Get me a sample, or I'll take one from you."
lord ( he ) knows how incompetent security can actually be. useless no matter how many times he clears out their ranks. . .
โ right. โ he responds clicking his tongue before he issues a sigh. โ not much to find here. not unless you're looking for. . . โ
one hand lifts to gesture ---
"I'm looking for unique genetic records."
It was why he was in Vought Tower at all. He had managed to sneak in by just...being as cold and reserved as he usually is. They probably thought he worked as security.
