Megan slammed the door behind them, confident no-one was going to get too worried and come and see what the trouble was. People might be interested about drama when it was out in the hallway but once inside they tended to think it was private business. The last thing she wanted was anyone getting wind of her powers. She could usually control them but trust Stanley to break that. He was always good at breaking down defenses and walls around her. That's how he'd got her to date him in the first place.
She put her hand up to touch her throat, moving up to the side of her head, the scar artfully hidden by a skin graft and make up. "Yes. I do. When...when it hit, my headset fused with my skull. I'm a medical marvel. I should be dead." She said blankly. She'd told the story so many times, on tv and to reporters that it meant nothing to her now, as if it was someone else's story. She'd sat on chat show sofas and cried about the day her life had been ruined, about how she'd lost the man she'd loved. "I can copy - voices, fingerprints, irises. What a great power for a secretary, huh?"
She glanced down at his hands, moving so fast now she couldn't believe it. Obviously she wasn't the only one who'd been left changed by the accident. "And you?"