Her powers weren't uite so easy to offer, nor was she quite so.. willing to show them off in a coffee shop. She glanced down at her tingling fingers, shaking them faintly to get rid of the sensation. It was odd, unusual and she was almost afraid they'd catch fire momentarily. She knew the touch was meant to be a little forward, a little eye catching and it was.
She smiled back, then licked the sugar from the clove's filter off of her lips. His accent was strange, not something she had ever heard before. It wasn't like her Genoshan lack of accent or that California roundness.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. LeBeau." she greeted with a smirk since he had given her his surname. "People call me Wicked."