Outside (Not so? Very?) Crummy bank
Staying in the bank after some Ward sstarted barking commands at the civilians inside, compelled Spencer's breath to speed up as she fearfully cast her eyes around the crowd. She spotted a parahuman aura from the corner of her eye. "okay maybe they're not after me," she thought as she tucked the roll of money she had just recently received from a Teller into her combat boot.
Looking back up at the cape, her eyes drank him in, letting the aura stretch and touch her. Parahumans had such beautiful auras, if only she could see hers. . . She'd never look away. They had these silver strings made of light that waved as if they were flowing in the breeze. His normal aura was red-orange, which meant excitement. Obviously he was the cause of all this shouting that would give Spencer a headache later. The red-orange was grossly incandescent and mixed with a light green and aqua blue. That could only mean guilt and apprehension. She smirked as she began feeding him more guilt with her power, her plan she hoped he'd turn himself in.