"I don't know," she said, glancing around as she hung her jacket on a (golden) hanger. "Sometimes it just happens, but it's not a big deal." Actually, it was a pretty big deal. She'd killed a person. But she didn't know that, did she? As far as she was concerned, her powers started and ended in the apartment. Sure, her remote control was gold, but at least her cat was still made up of animal cells.
She sighed and moved to the kitchen, pulling open the refrigerator and reaching in to grab a water bottle. "Yeah, ham. Do you want something to drink?"