Meeting a Dubious Victim [Closed to Hana]

A massive figure clad in a black uniform sat at a table outside the Big Bear Cafe in the capital of the United States. He was waiting patiently for a 'victim' of a metahuman's outburst that had been covered in several police reports that Abraxis had been monitoring. CORE had obtained some basic contact information from the reports as well, and had used it to schedule a meeting with the victim under the pretense of being an investigative reporter for an internet magazine. So he sat there, in front of the restaurant keeping a passive lookout for someone who matched the descriptions of the reports.
"Would you like anything to drink sir?" CORE snapped to attention for a moment before he saw the waitress, patiently awaiting a reply. "I think I'll stick to my water, thanks." He said, slowly drifting back into his passive watch-out mode.

Hana was quietly making his way towards the designated Coffee Shop that had been given the location of. Apparently, he was being asked to participate in an interview about how a Metahuman had just assaulted him out of nowhere and attempted to villainize him by roping him in amongst her own kind. Already, Hana was sinisterly laughing up a storm at how quickly news traveled around this city if he was already being contacted by an investigative reporter about his little confrontation that went on earlier today. Oh yes, sweet revenge will be his.

He hadn't bothered to change out of his outfit he had worn earlier in the day, choosing to stick with it. After making his way to the coffee shop, he made sure his expression was settled into a demure, polite, but pleasant demeanor. The cross-dresser looked around for a moment and saw a large, tall man sitting alone at a table, and came to the conclusion that he was the reporter he had been contacted by. So, he made his way over to the tall male, and glanced around for a moment before leaning in for a moment to whisper a question to the person sitting at the opposite end of the table.

"Are you the reporter that contacted me?" Hana asked him in that soft, melodious, silky smooth voice that seemed to flow like water.

He was approached by a woman, who sat down, and asked about him being a reporter. Turning his head towards the person in front of him, he rumbled, "I am," he leaned over to speak directly into Hana's ear, "no reporter." He sat back down. "I have a proposition for you however. I work for Abraxis Corp, the pharmaceutical company. We are speaking with several people about the same thing. I would like to ask you straight out however, just to confirm my suspicions, before I tell you why I came here.' He set a hand on the table. "You are a metahuman, yes? That is why you were approached by that... Woman?"

Hana narrowed his eyes at the man who tricked him into coming here to this place. Hana didn't like being tricked by anyone, no matter who they were or who they worked for either. He disliked being tricked or manipulated into something, so the fact that this man thought he could lie to him and act as if nothing was wrong, well he was clearly stupid if he thought he would get away with it without suffering any kind of consequences. He would have to ensure that he got his point across that he should be manipulated into coming anywhere.

He sat down across from the person and leaned in very closely, making sure that he maintained his persona of being a lady. "First of all, I dislike being lead on and tricked into going somewhere. Secondly, I have no idea why that woman targeted me. She just came out of nowhere and attacked me on account of being different. It was only after she hit me that she accused me of being a Metahuman. I told the cops she willingly held back against me on account of the fact that if she used her full power, I would be dead, and she would be a wanted criminal" he said to him with a whisper as he glared at him, making sure that his voice was perfectly matching that of a teenager girl that matched his age.