She was floating over the heads of many party goers. Most of them drunk. A few were in the air like her, but most of them had partners. And then a little ball of light floated up near her. Well, not so much as floated as it was tossed up.
Then it popped with a huge bang and Lorna's concentration slipped enough to interrupt that wonderful little magnetic feild she had going on and the next thing she knew she was on her ass on the concrete below. She moaned in pain and rolled over to rub her abused backside and try to get up. Perhaps flying over a celebration zone hadn't been such a great idea.
"Anyone get the number of that bomb?" she muttered, mostly to herself, not really expecting anyone to actually hear her. Lorna was under the mistaken impression she had just flown too close to the pyrotechnic airspace and nothing else had been behind that.