" i wouldn't dare, darling. touching me would certainly fry your ... whatever it is you do. though i would appreciate a deep cerebellar nap. " a face of disgust follows suit to her painfully judgemental ways.

❝ Yeah. It's shut pretty tight. ❞ not even her powers could put a dent into it but part of her feels pretty . . . weak, like she couldn't pour more of her energy outward to cut through the metal like she usually could.

Her brows knit, hands firmly pressed against her hips, lips pursed in a thin line while she considers other escape options. Whoever locked them in here either knew what she was or it was just a very weird coinicidence.

❝ I think there's some kind of dampening field. I can't use my powers. Not effectively, anyway, it's making me feel off balance. Do you feel any different ? ❞