Bekah wanted to tell Anye that she was more than okay being alone, but that probably wasn't terribly helpful or useful. The mentor program had a purpose and Bekah didn't want to fuck this up. She would end up back in Vegas waitressing with no direction. Bekah could be stubborn and tell herself that was just fine and she would be just fine, but she knew better than that, deep down.
She settled back against the elevator, arms folded across her chest as she studied Anye. It was weird to talk to anyone about her 'powers' because sometimes this still felt like a joke, some big prank someone was playing on her. An elaborate, expensive one, but damn, it was so surreal to her still. "Yeah, I can replicate. I just don't know how to control it fully yet so things sort of go...haywire, depending on who I'm around. How similar is yours? You can mimic too?"