"No, no, there are actually several people here who can. There's a young man named Bobby who can do much more than I can."
It was strange to find someone so excited by her abilities. She'd always looked badly on them, since they'd manifested at almost the exact time that Eight had died. But then, she could understand what it felt like to be alone.
"I can't...do the pretty snow thing like you can." At least, not that she knew. "Can you show me how you do that?"