[ she thinks about it, genuinely thinks about it, staring at the tiny ball of lightning in her hand. slowly it starts to shrink, fading as tiny blue sparks flicker across her skin like fireflies, her body absorbing the electricity without so much a flinch from the woman. ]

No. No, I don't think so. I was only a teenager when it first happened. Kids don't really want to tell other people, be looked at like a freak. I grew up in Paris, I used to walk past Notre Dame on my way to school. I didn't want to be Quasimodo, the story didn't end well for him.

[ a rush of air like a laugh gives way to a smile. ] Disney got that wrong. And... it doesn't, it doesn't come up very often. Unless you frequent old people's homes, in which case, I make a very good defibrillator.

[ that doesn't answer his whole question, but whatever. ]