“You’re feisty.” A wicked little grin spread across Elle’s face. “I like that.” She let her arms fall to her sides, the sparks disappearing when she decided that she didn’t need them anymore. This was one strange mess she’d found herself in, and she was pretty sure that if she didn’t find Peter Petrelli soon her dad would be all kinds of upset, but she felt that she could handle herself. Of course, she wouldn’t turn down any kind of help. She had a pretty big ego, but this was completely unfamiliar territory.
“Show me the way, fearless leader.” Elle eyed the sidewalks and streets, still utterly puzzled as to how she showed up. The blonde guy had said it was magic. While Elle had learned to be open during the years she spent working for the company, she’d found that science almost always debunked the supernatural. That was just the way things worked.