Gwen took it, not because she loved showing off, which she did, and not because she felt like she had to explain the gloves, but because she had a feeling with all this mask stuff, the car, the weird way of talking, all of it meant he really wouldn't care all that much. Knowing he wasn't going to run screaming, hands in the air, from the car was a bit more of a motivator.
She gave him an appraising smile. No, he didn't look like the Rolex type. They always got so uppity. Really, who decides to show up packing some serious sterling silver to meet the thief with the metal-melting hands? They practically begged for it.
"It's always more fun when it's something fancy, but I guess it'll do." The glove was already in her lap, so all she had to do was pick up what he put down. Little blue sparks flew from her finger tips, making that little zap sound she'd gotten to know as steady as her own heartbeat. She closed her hand around the can, but she didn't need to squeeze for the magic to happen. In one instant the can was a mangled, smoking distortion of itself, burnt to a crisp and transformed into some even more cheap looking whatever it was.
She tossed it onto the floor of the car. "It's all about the subatomic particles, sugar bear." She shrugged, and sighed a little sigh. This is a speech--and action--she's performed countless times. Back in Los Angeles, she really didn't have to explain stuff anymore. She was just part of the pack, there. "The science fair version of it is way less exciting, believe me. What do you think?"
[location: the streets of Taxon]
She gave him an appraising smile. No, he didn't look like the Rolex type. They always got so uppity. Really, who decides to show up packing some serious sterling silver to meet the thief with the metal-melting hands? They practically begged for it.
"It's always more fun when it's something fancy, but I guess it'll do." The glove was already in her lap, so all she had to do was pick up what he put down. Little blue sparks flew from her finger tips, making that little zap sound she'd gotten to know as steady as her own heartbeat. She closed her hand around the can, but she didn't need to squeeze for the magic to happen. In one instant the can was a mangled, smoking distortion of itself, burnt to a crisp and transformed into some even more cheap looking whatever it was.
She tossed it onto the floor of the car. "It's all about the subatomic particles, sugar bear." She shrugged, and sighed a little sigh. This is a speech--and action--she's performed countless times. Back in Los Angeles, she really didn't have to explain stuff anymore. She was just part of the pack, there. "The science fair version of it is way less exciting, believe me. What do you think?"