"I, umm.. I didn't even check." Putting her mug down she reached into her pocket and pulled out her ID, groaning as she saw what it said. "I don't know if this counts as an obstacle, or not." Delia tossed the wallet down, offering him a view of the NYFD badge showing. "Things that are not going to happen..."
Dropping her elbow to the table, she rested her forehead lightly on her palm. "How did you... I mean, can you control it?"