Mao wasn't too far behind Lukas in putting away the last few bites of his ice cream. He licked at his palms, frowning in such a serious way as he did so that it was a rather comical sight. "Hm...What we need, is, like...a mind reader or something." He canted his head, his hands still held up, useless as long as they were sticky, all licking in the world wasn't going to get them actually clean. "I mean, there's gotta be one! That shit is like, basic given all the other crazy things people can do so far."
"But, I dunno, people seem to be all secretive and crap about having powers. I know I am, anyway. It's a good thing too, I don't want whoever these mystery people in control to know what I can do. We need a plan..." He went quiet for a second, then gave a great big huff of annoyance, "I just can't think of one yet!"