The dark lenses reflected perfectly the little realm of chaos she had managed to stir up. Fingers closes around another small 'bomb', the shimmering plasma taking on the shape of a volleyball. With a small smirk, she tossed the shining object into the street, snaping her fingers as soon as it hit the pavement. Now this was exciting, tires screeched to a halt, front ends smashed, and bumpers cracked all accompanied by another slew of smaller bombs floating through the air and hailing down upon the residents of New York City.
This was more like it. Tabitha had missed such chaos and trouble since the Hulk incident and now she had the opportunity to create some of her own. It was all sunshine and rainbows for the blonde as bits of debris and garbage scattered around her. "Perfect".