"Oh, me? I have these...plasma balls? We call them 'pafs' cuz of the sound they make. They're like little fireworks or something--" Dropping her sunglasses onto her nose, Jubilee held out a gloved hand and a small pouf of pink glittery sparks, held at a manageable size with a furrow in her brow, exploded with a sound like one of those pairs of gunpowder-covered snap-balls.
"And, yeah, so they're not super-useful or anything. Not like weather manip, that's pretty boss. I wish I could do that! It'd be real convenient to be able to keep it sunny or something. Or rain on people you don't like. Oh! Can you shoot lightning?!" I'm an idiot.
"Er...sorry. So...yeah. So are you from New York originally?" Small talk was always sort of safe, and this 'Ro seemed a little on edge, so Jubilee sought to make her more comfortable. Hospitality wasn't her strong suit, but...she tried.