He grinned back at her, the helmet mechanically expanding out from where it'd rescinded and forming over Ray's head once more. The faceplate snapped shut over his charming features, the lenses whirring to life and emitting a cool blue.
"Course I could," said Ray, his eager voice vaguely metallic once more, the armor's anti-gravitational propulsion systems roaring to life, propelling him several meters above the ground. "Fair warning though, my descriptions will do it no justice whatsoever."
It's just that great of a sight, he thought, envisioning her reaction to its multicolored galaxies, radiant systems, and artistic starways. It was a moment before it hit him that he was staring, and he awkwardly shifted his gaze over to the skyscrapers, praying she hadn't noticed. Being a mere twenty years old, in the presence of a gorgeous hero, and simply being him, Ray was somewhat surprised that he'd only yet stolen a few lingering glances. Perhaps it was the innocence that she emanated that made him reluctant to attempt his usual flirtatious antics. Perhaps it was this innocent beauty that had cultivated his interest in the first place.