There was a brief period where a strange sensation washed over her. Nicky felt a mix of things: dread, loneliness, chills. It was as if everything she had ever known was ripped away from her, leaving her empty and powerless. She felt a kind of weakness that she'd only felt when she'd been forced to wear an external inhibitor, not long after they realized she could teleport. That wasn't a feeling you forgot. Ever.
She was quiet for just a moment, trying to find the best way to process what had just happened. She'd found that, most of the time, an agent was assigned a name that referenced their abilities so that the people upstairs didn't have to feel bad about losing a human being in the field. If they were all just tools, they were all expendable. Expensive, but still expendable. That didn't mean they had to roll over and die though.
In the end, it didn't bother Nicky that he had this power. It wasn't his fault that he could negate abilities, if that truly was what she felt. To be honest, she was more bothered by this attitude. It was like he was doing a job he hated 24/7-365. Worn down by time and pressure from above and ground into submission. Ugh, military. That's right, he was ex-military. She didn't think less of him for that, but she realized any argument that tried to diminish the military establishment would fall on deaf ears. So, no debating the dehumanization of supers by the military. Right.
"You don't really chat much, do you?" She was starting to get that awkward feeling that maybe she should leave him to himself, but she didn't want to do that. Pushing buttons was her hobby. She just needed to find the right one.