[Amanda had a feeling she might have been getting too cocky with her powers outside the safety of Pax, but on the other hand she'd also managed to go unnoticed for this long maybe she was just that good, and the rush of that thought was impossible to deny.
But she'd screwed up. One too many sets of eyes had seen how long she'd lingered in the bank's lobby, manipulating just one more record to help a single mother keep her house. It was the one drawback of her power, the fact that if she wasn't within fifty feet or so, it wasn't effective and at home she would have been restricted by her still-relatively mundane computer. She'd tried pushing it further, but hadn't had any luck yet.
Still, she wasn't hurting people. Not anyone who couldn't afford to be hurt.
Which was why she hadn't actually considered doing simple things like wearing practical clothes instead of of a distractingly tight but also really restricting miniskirt and ridiculous high heels. Still, she bolted without thinking, because the last thing she wants is to be licensed like an animal.
She's come close to twisting her ankle for probably the third time already when she finally stops with a huff, whirling around with an expression that's much closer to exasperation than fear. She can disarm his weapon with a thought, if she wants to.
A.
But she'd screwed up. One too many sets of eyes had seen how long she'd lingered in the bank's lobby, manipulating just one more record to help a single mother keep her house. It was the one drawback of her power, the fact that if she wasn't within fifty feet or so, it wasn't effective and at home she would have been restricted by her still-relatively mundane computer. She'd tried pushing it further, but hadn't had any luck yet.
Still, she wasn't hurting people. Not anyone who couldn't afford to be hurt.
Which was why she hadn't actually considered doing simple things like wearing practical clothes instead of of a distractingly tight but also really restricting miniskirt and ridiculous high heels. Still, she bolted without thinking, because the last thing she wants is to be licensed like an animal.
She's come close to twisting her ankle for probably the third time already when she finally stops with a huff, whirling around with an expression that's much closer to exasperation than fear. She can disarm his weapon with a thought, if she wants to.
She thinks. She hopes]
I'm not the bad guy here. I'm helping people.