Heather was seated on one of the forgotten couches, her feet curled under her and her body was slightly hunch over a large smartphone resting in her lap. She swipes halfheartedly  through through an endless feed of photos and self involved statuses from her friends and classmates. Even if she seem totally involved in her phone, Heather’s mind was more concern with the upcoming mission. She tried examine the situation with a calmness that Heather was used to, but there was still a small feeling of fear. With a sigh, Heather tries to focus on the chatter around her. This should be the fun part, the part were the ragtag group designs a identity for themselves. Costumes wold be created, and names will be decided in an effort to complete the illusion of heroism. Heather peeks up from her screen to observe the group grow more involved with giving out names. 

She does speak up with any ideas of her own, but she instead thinks up possible names for herself. Given her ability, Heather would have plenty of names to pick from. Bolt and Surge would not do, and sparks just sounded lame. 
“Maybe voltage.” Heather speaks out, mostly to herself but also to whoever happen to be listening in the room. “I kinda like voltage, could tack a ‘Mis.’ Or ‘lady.”” She says with a shrug.