"The apartments are all pretty self contained," Gwen shrugged. "And the med bay is pretty good and the doc knows her stuff, I can say that with some authority. Had a heart attack a few weeks back and she saved my life and all so that was a bonus. Still, people. Lots of people and well," she shrugged, gesturing with her hand before she subdued the sparks and slipped her glove back on. "I don't deal well with a lot of people."
She carefully adjusted the glove, pulling it all the way up so no skin was uncovered.
"I generate it, I manipulate it. If we were outside I could show you a cool trick with lightning, but as we're in here," she concentrated, just for a moment, before the lights in the bar all flared, then dimmed and then returned to normal, causing mutterings from the barstaff. "I kinda love it when folks go for the high tech security. Electricity comforts them. Suckers." She sat back and viewed Felicia with a critical eye. Balance had never been something she'd had an issue with, life as a dancer letting her body stay strong and flexible. But there was something in the way Felicia held herself. "Better agility huh? Nice."