Other than the small window of time she had to manipulate gravity, Kat felt no restriction from the scientists. She could still fly, and she could still fight to protect the innocent. What more could she need?
...Stasis field. Right. The sudden realization stabbed her like a dagger. It was painful, but not as painful as the crick in her back from carrying a chair. She had the time to spruce up her...sewer home, but she remembered it being so much easier in Heskeville.
“I guess this is karma for me using you for all that furniture carrying, huh, Dusty?”
A shock caused her to drop her wooden treasure, the culprit being the sound of a child’s cries. She whipped her head back to see a guy knelt down towards a citizen. How did she know that the guy was someone pulled from their dimension? Ridiculous hair. It was practically a market at this point. Furnishing could wait; someone needed her help! With a spring in her step, Kat rushed to the child’s side, only to look up and see... a balloon stuck in a nearby street lamp?
It was the ‘red runners’ ordeal all over again. She turned to the sharp hair next to her, if only to ask a favor.
“Hey, wanna help me out with something, mister?”
With the supressions Dusty had, the shifter needed to make sure someone was there to catch her.