He had to admit, he didn't think using his powers would be this difficult. He had tested it out a few times before, but those had only been for short, brief moments on strangers. It was one thing to transfer his powers to strangers, it was another to assume direct control over them. The best way to describe it would be two minds in the same body. He saw everything through Almaniac's eyes and his own, heard everything she heard and everything he heard. Twice the input for one person. And Almaniac was aware of everything going on around her, and of his presence within her mind. She was also not very happy about it. He could feel her struggle against him, trying to retake control, like a child throwing a tantrum.

[color=9e0b0f]"No, we're not going to attack that fire hydrant. Stay away from that police officer. Do not destroy the market."[/color] he continuously scolded her in his head, trying to keep her on track.
[color=bc8dbf]"[i]BUT I WANT TO!"[/i][/color] she would always scream back at him, renewing her mental thrashing. It was like reasoning with a super powered toddler. He made a mental note that the next person he gave his powers to had to be slightly more mentally stable.

There was a sudden clatter at the door, and his concentration was broken. The mental link he had forged between him and Almaniac was severed. He quickly turned around, looking to the door. Great, someone was trying to get in, a teacher probably. He grit his teeth, hissing with displeasure. Of course. He would have to find a better place, and quickly, before Almaniac ruined his plans. He needed his mental link with her to take his powers back, or she needed to give them up herself. That was what Hex had told him. Without her as his puppet, he was defenseless, without armor. 

Not wanting to open the door and be questioned by the teacher, Clair walked to one of the windows, cranking one open and climbing out of it. His shirt caught on the latch, tearing a hole into his sleeve. He grimaced. That was something he'd have to explain to his father. Now, where was she? He had last had her fly near Dupont circle. That wasn't that far, and if her one-track mind of destruction was anything, she was probably tearing up the park. If he could get close enough to her, he could reestablish his mental link with her before the other miraculous users even made it out of the building. It was going to be a race, but he had the upper hand. He knew where to go.