The woman certainly had style; Megan had to give her that. She seemed to own the space she moved in, and Megan could never image her being afraid to be alone at night. Even despite that she shivered; the woman’s intent gaze making her feel strange and the electrical wires buried in her brain buzzed, sending spasms of pain down her spine but Megan didn’t flinch – she’d grown used to the thing shorting out on her. One day it would probably kill her.
“Mimic.” She said, extending her hand to shake the other woman’s. “And excuse me if I seem a little…cautious but exactly what powers are you bringing to the table?”