[When the shame of his increasingly unpredictable behavior started outweighing the shame of asking, Henry finally sought help. And if he's going to be perfectly honest with himself, the Initiative's consent to feed him inspires just a little disappointment. Backed by a concern for public safety, It would have been so easy to convince somebody here to put him out of his misery.

But the will to persist is an annoying little fuck. He takes the lifeline.

To say his first feeding in Exsilium is messy is a sin of an understatement. Henry awakes afterward with little recollection of it, but the shredded remains of the plastic pouches his gifted meal had been stored in, and then the stream of blood drying down his front and flecking even the furthest corners of the room tell him enough about it that he's happy to forget the rest.

Though he's settled matters with his stomach, Henry's nerves are in need of some attention. So he cleans himself up.]

I'm making shisha. If you've anything interesting to contribute to the flavor, I might be convinced to share a bowl with you.

[Henry's tucked himself into the corner of one of the quieter bars, his homemade hookah occupying the center of the table beside the open netbook while he works..]

[Tiger is, of course, wearing his pointless domino mask. It's no hero suit, but being on camera without it would just be weird.]

Ah, right, I guess we're all supposed to introduce ourselves or something, huh? Heh, can't say this is how I planned on making my comeback, but it can't be helped.

[He grins and tips his hat; he's been waiting for a chance to say this.]

Wild Tiger is officially back on the job! Whether it's here or Sternbild, a Hero's duty doesn't change!

[There's an awkward pause as he falters a bit for how to continue. Maybe he should have thought this out beyond a couple of dramatic one liners. Oh well.]

--So! Aha! Who else is out there? If we're gonna be working together we should get to know each other, right?