"That, is really cool." Makoto said. Meaning what she said, smiling at the intended pun. "Maybe you could teach me then? How to learn how to control powers?" Makoto asked the group, but it was more pointed at Flood. Weird or odd never seemed to bother her. She had thought herself to be an outsider long before her powers came to be and despite how bad she had wanted to be normal; to have a normal family. Makoto's meek smile dimmed and her eyes clouded over, her mind leaving the current social situation and being absorbed in reliving the pain of her father's death and then her mother's. They were gone, how they left her alone in the world tormented her more than anything. They were by no means a shock, quick, or like taking off a band aid. It made her angry at her family and at life but more than anything it made her feel deep emotional pain, sadness, and a crushing sense of abandonment. Long before her parents died they had abandoned her, being absorbed in their own situations. Her dad had stuck around though.
Wisps of Makoto's hair began to float and pull apart from her head. She had tried to pull her hair back in a braid in case this happened again. She had left her backpack, hat and coat in her new room after all.
Makoto revisited the social workers coming to her house and how terrified it made her, how angry it made her, how it made everything real. People sitting close by would be able to feel the static and dryness of the air now, despite the cooking areas. Then there was Storm, she came to help Makoto. She suddenly realized that she had yet to answer Phoebe's questions. Trying to push the memories from her mind she focused on the current situation. Both scared and surprised of how her powers seemed to be forming, she tried to ignore how they were acting right now. Trying to flatten her hair, she continued.
"Umm, to answer your questions Phoebe; yes Gale has to do with my powers." The word felt weird coming from her mouth and not staying in her thoughts. She still wasn't sure if they were a gift or a curse. "Storm is... we just met but she has encouraged me a lot. Her and some of her friends? Coworkers? Teammates? Anyway, they picked me up from my hometown. They saved me from a blue woman and brought me here." Makoto tried to move quickly through the story so not to dwell on it. She didn't even want to come close to the topic of her deceased family, what little of it there had been for so long.