Good. Glad t' hear it.

[And there's the question.

She hates this question.

But, she's been confided in. She's been told about her sister. Least she can do is offer a bit of trust in return.]

I... yeah. I've got powers.

They're... why I wear m' gloves. If I... If I touch someone, I get their mem'ries. Emotions, abilities... powers or jus' skills. Hurts 'em, too. Usually knocks 'em out.

[...And now to wait.

And pretend not to notice the probably inevitable scooting away.]