Megan glanced once more around her; still wondering if she might be being watched or followed by someone else – if this could be a trap or a sting and then set off after the woman. A drink right now sounded like a good idea. The thing in her head had stopped jumping and buzzing so much now and Megan wanted something to dampen down the last crackles of electricity. She’d often wondered why she couldn’t just gain powers to control that, rather than the mimicking ones she had. Those would have been a lot more useful.