“You don’t say,” Raven replied in a sardonic, somewhat mock surprise tone. “Given the way you were pummeling the machine I would have thought you were all about sweet-talking things into submission.”
She wondered what his powers might be, and if he had full range of them here in the facility. If they were active—or brute force as he’d implied—he probably didn’t. Or, perhaps given the capability of some of the inhibitors, he was just a little too cautious about the reprimand. “Well, at least for next time? You’ll know there’s an alternate solution. And maybe you’ll save a couple of dollars in the process.”
A small grin started to spread across her face—her slightly mischievous, feline-esque grin—and she shrugged non-committedly. “Not often,” she said slyly, “But sometimes when you want a bit of chocolate, you just don’t have a dollar handy and you need to get creative, you know?”