At least Verity's a protagonist in one of those stories where she has to endure looking foolish for a moment and then comes out of it well.

Clint may need a minute to orient himself and get the hang of flying without a jetpack or similar. Good thing he's got some green sweatpants on under that robe. "I could probably still sell the Doombot thing. Some kind of levitation, or happy-thought simulator, or whatever. It's Doom, the guy builds more lifelike robots than Japan, and for worse reasons." Oh, but she's offered to make it up to him? "How?"