"Patterns?" she said dubiously. "No, not really. Things haven't gone all technicolor fantasy on me again since the freeway on-ramp. I don't know quite what's wrong."
She frowned and started straining. It wasn't coming this time, not on command. For the moment, she sighed and shook her head. "This really is a little pathetic. One minute, I'm making a tornado, the next I look like I'm trying to play Superman with a cape and just hovering on the strings."