Wicked took her place next to Wanda. They talked before about their powers, sort of. The Doc was right, the two ladies were in a class of their own. Their abilities stemmed from some genetic mutation. She figured that's what he meant anyway. Sebastian wasn't a mutant and she wasn't entirely sure what Billy was. Perhaps a wizard? She always wanted to be friends with one of those.
"So, I found out something new about my little talent,” She said leaning back on the towel casually. "I had a ghosty pilot a sub on its own. I was all like ‘hey kinda need this thing to surface’ and instead of going off of what vibe it gave me, he understood and just did it. I mean like they all understand me.I can feel that they know what I want them to do but I’ve never had one independently do something that big. I’ve had them dry the dishes but never fucking pilot a submarine, y’know?So I’m thinking they might do that more if I back off a bit. Y’know,like,brain wise? Stop giving them mental cues and stuff like that.”
She chewed on her cheek reflecting on her theory. It sounded like her usual rambling but hopefully Wanda had learned from her last encounter that this was normal. Wicked sat back up, tucked her hair behind her ears and cleared her throat. “So, what do you think?”