"So... no actual, like... paper or plastics recycling center? I assume metal is dealt with easily, but I mean... with a place like this... rather than tossing paper, even tiny bits like the tea bags, it would be better served to recycle it and ensure nothing goes to waste," she babbled. She was babbling. She knew it. But she couldn't stop it. It was safe and familiar.
Lorna's fingers tapped on the edge of the table while she stared off into the space above the sink and continued her babbling, "I've been recycling and dedicating my time to helping the environment since I was ten, I think. The planet's going to die and be able to sustain the population if we don't stop being so wasteful. The oceans are already suffering the most. The rainforests are dwindling and they all seem like such big problems that no one can cope with... so I've always focused more on city wide efforts. Like, in New York, I was promoting the ban on public smoking because it would lower the carbon emissions a signifigant amount over the next decade. It wouldn't be a fast or obvious change, but every little bit counts and St-"
She bit her lip and took a deep breath, eyes shifting to the space above her newly minted recycle bin, "I was going school for a geophysics degree. Until my powers manifested..." Her eyes returned to her lap and her hands slid off the table again. "It was an accident, but they thought I was you or a terrorist or something. I don't know how it happened or why or what... it just... I'm not a terrorist."