Ember soon entered, brushing long strands of her bright red hair out of her face. Her eyes were deep green, but were the only part of her upper face that one could see through her half-mask, a matte black.
"It's too quiet." She stated, her voice soft, melodic. "Far too quiet." She idly tossed a ball of flame back and forth, for that was how she'd gotten her name... control over fire. She moved nearer the monitors, her high-heeled boots clicking softly against the floor. "What do you suppose is going on?" For quietness meant mischief, in her book. They hadn't been fighting crime long enough for criminals to disappear entirely.
Vanishing the fire, she placed her black gloved hands on her hips. Her uniform, too, was black and red, though she had hints of yellows and oranges. It was akin to an ice-skater's dress, for it was a leotard with a low scooped back , and an attached skirt. Her boots came to just below her knees, and were black as well.