Cora withdrew from the crowd, avoiding rather than antagonizing the group. She became focused on training. She honed her skills and avoided eating dinner rather than talk to the others. People left, the wimps, and people arrived -both of which Cora couldn't bring herself to care about. Now this, Jack -the mere idea of his name made her cringe- was flame powered and his power left her more irritated whenever he used it.
"Either extinguish the fire, or I'll spear you through the chest. I have no interest in trying to close my eyes the whole journey 'cause some idiot keeps forgetting that I have light sensitivity. Not to mention it smells." even now, her eyes were shut behind her sunglasses and her hood was up like usual. She never bothered with costumes, never seeing the point of a secret identity. She didn't have anyone to protect anyway, and her teammates were as boring and useless to her as always, but she'd rely on them in a fight. After all, while they were trying to work together, she had received the same training.
What would Mark say if he saw me now? Cora thought as she was jostled back and forth from the turbulence. Nothing, 'cause he's a scheming bastard and he got what came to him. the reminder of her past life made her smile. She had a warm bed, decent food, and legal allowance to kill people. Well, people who were allowed to be killed. Nothing with the lower level villains or annoying innocents. Would it kill those morons on the street to clear out when a fight starts? Geez, it's like we're just a freak show for them...