“Yeah, I was talking to her and while slightly diffterent the metahumans are semi-close to my type of species,” and even though he worked on aliens, Lorna was not an alien. Freak? Yeah, she learned to own that title with pride, but she was not an alien. If she was going to trust people, especially ones in the medical field, it was going to be on her terms which was something this guy was at least respecting. Though she was still keeping her guard up, knowing how people could show their true colors at any minute, which would be his mistake with all the objects around she could use.
At the question about medication for her bipolar, she wrinkled her nose. “Honestly? No, I always felt like shit when I was on it. Then when I lived in hiding, I never could get the medication so I just feel better dealing with it. Maybe later on after my kid is older, we will talk but I’m not screwing up my system with going back on a drug or any version of it when I haven’t been on it for years.” Lorna knew she sometimes failed in keeping fully away from an episode; however, she knew the signs and her friends knew it so she was always one step ahead of it. Only now she’d have to deal with it on her own without anyone warning her.
“Oh, I know we’re going to need a plan without a doubt when control starts to slip cause of the pain. The shorter version of my powers is I can control metal, block cell and radio frequency, and also manipulate electrical currents to impact lights, and so on cause of the magnetic field. Like I said fun ride ahead with my pregnancy.” Though Lorna had no idea what that meant for most things. Yes, already her baby sometimes took over and sent things flying, but what did that mean for later on? Were people going to be at risk? It’d be one thing if she had the control; however, losing that control for even a moment could be slightly dangerous and she knew that.