Betsy figured as much with Warren's statement. It certainly was inconvient. She mentally noted that it was a shame that even if Warren had retained his wings that they were practically useless. What good is a bird without the ability to fly. If she still had her telepathy in tact she would have used it to see what Warren was really thinking, but simple conversation would have to suffice. "And they still haven't told us what caused it." She stated as she looked off in thought.
Then she sighed and stretched out. "Bad luck about your other powers flying the coup, so to speak." She said. "The part that pisses me off is some of us, including a certain snotty socialite, got to keep theirs." She was referring to Monet St. Croix. So far the only encounters she'd had with the rich bitch were not friendly. "But I'm sure old bauldy is tying to find a way to reverse it." Then she realized she was rambling. "Anyway, did you find what your looking for?" she said making a motion tword the computer.