ILEA What’s the common factor?
MAYA You set this up.
MAYA Then we adapt. That’s the point of us being here. superheroine central
Roo raises one palm. The wavering hum of unseen forces stutters, then steadies into a soft rhythm. A woman nearly tumbles as a sidewalk pulse bends; Roo catches her with a sideways gust of static, smiling as if she’d anchored a kite. ILEA What’s the common factor
ROO Not on our watch.
Maya doesn’t flinch.