It is! The main entrance is closed and barred at this time of night but there are two guards posted outside. They're wearing dark military-looking body armor and they have rifles.

They radio in an unfamiliar flying ?winged? parahuman approaching but this is not obvious from the outside, on account of the face-concealing helmets.

She'll walk towards them and call out a friendly, "Hello! Someone said I should come here to talk to the heroes."

"Please identify yourself. What do you want to talk about? And did you want to speak to a hero parahuman in particular, or any representative of the PRT?"

"I'm still not sure what people call themselves here. When I'm home I sometimes go by Akira but maybe people here use more descriptive names for superhero stuff. Like how I play the role of the Deviantt at home when I'm hosting. I'm trying to learn more about how people do things here and what this place is like, I guess it is nighttime so it makes sense if not many people are available."

"...where are you from?"

"Somewhere completely different! We usually call it Terraria." She continues in an undertone, "Hopefully that's not breaking the fourth wall too much," and then louder again. "I hopped through a portal and ended up here."

None of that sounds at all plausible and Console doesn't want the guards to question her about it until someone more senior gets on the line.

"If you tell us what you wanted to talk about we could tell you who you should speak with," he offers.

"That's the issue, I don't really know. I don't know very much about how this world operates beyond the small amount I found out from the person I saved from being beaten up by these people who called themselves part of the Empire and he was pretty shaken up from how much they had hurt him before I saved him. So he mostly suggested I come talk to you."

That's just what someone would say who was trying to get into the building under false pretenses! Unfortunately, PRT command is saddled with public relations and also community-building-ties-and-recruitment considerations, so regulations forbid them from arresting her on charges of being Very Suspicious In Public.

"Were Empire or other capes involved in this incident? Was anyone hurt other than the person you saved, and was it reported to the police?"

"I don't know how I would contact the police and the Empire mooks broke the man's phone. Maybe he had someone at the bus stop call them? None of the mooks had superpowers if that's what you mean by capes. They did yell Cape when they saw me."

"I see. It appears the issue is not urgent anymore? In that case, the PRT would appreciate the chance to interview you" because keeping tabs on parahumans is essential "and you would get the opportunity to ask questions of your own, but it sounds like it'd be better handled during ordinary hours" because the capes we want to have a look at you aren't on shift right now. "Please come back tomorrow; we can set an hour now or you can call in tomorrow to schedule one, the non-emergency line is open from 7am and I can give you its number."

"I don't have a phone either. I could just wait here for the next several hours but that sounds pretty boring. So unless there's a reason I shouldn't, I'll just fly around for the night and come back when you open at 7am. It might help me get a feeling for how this area is laid out."

Radio radio. "Very well, we'll schedule a meeting at 7am. What name would you like to give? It doesn't have to be your real name or your cape name of record going forward, just for the meeting."

"So people do use special names for being superheroes! You can call me Terrarian then."