[She wants to retort that she knows that, but then he's off and she doesn't have a chance. She sighs, pressing a hand to her face. What would her boyfriend say if he was here? Probably something meant to be comforting that would just end up frustrating her. So she drops that idea and focuses back on the troops. Her hair whips around as she creates a strong wind that disorients them. They can't even see. Good. Maybe they'll give up and turn back.
Whatever Peter's doing, she's not sure she wants to look up and see. His behavior strikes her as strange, and then she thinks that maybe he's one of the people affected by the weird aging or deaging thing going around. Maybe she should cut him some slack, if that's the case.]
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Whatever Peter's doing, she's not sure she wants to look up and see. His behavior strikes her as strange, and then she thinks that maybe he's one of the people affected by the weird aging or deaging thing going around. Maybe she should cut him some slack, if that's the case.]