Re: first floor somewhere
When he made mention of not knowing who Bill Nye was, she blinked at him. On her own body it might have been conveyed differently, significantly more intimidating, but on her body now… she actually looked a little concerned. Concerned and maybe just a bit annoyed as she realized he was serious, he had no idea. If she, the culturally-stunted wonderchild of too many walls, knew who Bill Nye was, and this guy didn't, she suspected that meant he was one of those really weird hotel people. The ones that came out of books and out of the past. "Oh, fucking great." She was probably dealing with Prince Eric or some shit.
She didn't ask because she didn't really care, and her expression turned into something that seemed obviously annoyed when he started talking about powers. She had no idea about powers. She wasn't familiar with them in any way, and she wasn't signing up to get them any time soon. Cue the eye roll. "What are you--" ZAP!
The electricity punched through her like a hot knife through butter. She could feel it go in her stomach and out her back, sending little whiplash zings all throughout her body. It lasted for only a few seconds, and left her dumbfounded for only half that. She looked down at her body, trying to ignore the breasts, as she scouted out her midsection for any kind of damage. "What the fucking fuck, man?"
And then she looked up with eyes gone to glittering fury. A bolt of electricity rushed to her rescue from out of a nearby electrical socket, and went straight for his face.