Marcella studied her teammates with a steady smile, she walked over to the batplane and stared at it, why didn't she get a cool plane? She wanted to make one, maybe if she used her magic she could, but it would be worthless. "So, what's our plan?" She asked silently, looking up at the others and picking at her shirt. She focused as hard as she could, and in an instant-at least it appeared that way to the others-she was in her costume with a wand in her hand. She panted, her cheeks flushed, she had a slight feeling of nausea. One that always seemed to come after she used her magic, just another sign that her sister was better than her. Great.