Henry remained in the are of Sasha's apartment. The roof specifically as he gazed up at the sky. The next move would have to be tonight. The best thing for him to do would be to search for a lead. Ever since he left the apartment that morning after eating, he prowled the rooftops quickly. As far as he could discern, there was no trace of anything remotely relevant to his next task within the vicinity...but the answers were somewhere in Atlas City to be sure.
As for all the supers he'd met earlier, he was pleasantly surprised. They were all fairly amicable, even Richard, to whom he had suggested, "Word of advice...unregistered or not, get a costume man. You seriously smack look like a burglar." It was a odd group. One Sasha had insisted had come together for a reason. What reason would that be, he had to wonder...were it at all true, that is.
Among them were registered and unregistered supers alike. But none of that mattered over a plate of omelet. Though, Henry had informed the others, "I'm not a super. I've got..." he continued as he reached into his pocket, revealing the firearm he had used to help fend off the Witchfinders. "This blaster. Part ray gun and part stun gun and only I can use it. That's about it."
He was sure each had their own reasons for being in the city, their own business to attend to. Henry didn't speak much about his but simply noted that he had to lay low for a while. Richard, in particular, seemed to have something in the works that may required assistance, but Henry had declined, saying it was a job for the real superheroes, unregistered or not.
And so after his rooftop trek, here he was once again. Not sure what would come next.