The living lighting rod had started to get testy with Graffiti, something she said must have definately touched a nerve with him. She didn't mean to offend him, but it was clearly too late, he was visibly angry and crackling with electricity, and making a very cleary and aggressive statement not to be undermined. Graffiti stood her ground but she could already tell this was not a man to be toyed with, he was a volatile mix of anger and insecurity and she may have nearly set him off. He mentioned that she may be projecting her faliures as a vigilante on to him and he backed up his verbal attack by threatening a bolt of lightning dangerously close to her face.

She went from slightly scared to very angry.

[i][color=ec008c]Yeah, that'd work, I cant block a lightning bolt to the face, in fact if you pour enough energy into that one bolt you could probably kill me. Easy as shit right?[/color][/i]

[b]TIKIKITKITKITKTI[/b]

Graffiti began shaking her spray paint can aggressively in her hand.

[i][color=ec008c]But if you were to strike me with bolt strong enough to kill me, the trauma would push my air pressure ability into overdrive and all 20+ cans in my backpack would overload and explode. Turning this shitty audotorium into a greenhouse of powerful nerve gas, sleeping gas and acid vapor being propelled though the air like an explosion. You, me and everyone in this room except maybe Tank would be dead within 13 seconds, trust me, I'm a chemist.[/color][/i]

Graffiti put her pink spray paint back in her bag as the lightning in her face dissipated and turned to squint her eyes at Ditch.

[i][color=ec008c]I want to hear your plan, I have a sudden urge to fight something...[b]something solid[/b].[/color][/i]

Graffiti turned back to [b]Ecto[/b] and gave him a friendly wink.