I don't know his powers for sure, he might've collected other stuff since or had more already, if there were others that didn't speak up. He took something from me, that's... that's why he killed me. Before he did, he said he thought being indestructible would be enough, but it wasn't. And then--

( Sarissa takes a second, exhales shortly, sets down her coffee because she doesn't entirely trust her hands. ) Go figure, hey? I can diffuse a bomb but talking is what's gettin' to me.

( A quiet joke at her own expense, as she steadied herself for this. Just get through it, simple and easy. ) My abilities are enhanced physiology, pyrotechnics and memory manipulation. I spent December and most of January terrified he'd have learned how to pull through the brains of people and know what they'd learned, it's what kept me so quiet. He kind of is like a mechanic, looking under the bonnet of a car and knowing how the engine works. Except the bonnet is your skull, and the engine is your brain, and he doesn't just understand how it works, be can replicate it. He-- incapacitated me with electricity, and then took a buzzsaw to me.

( Not quite right, but she was barely conscious, so. Sarissa swallows.) He's power hungry, in a real literal sense.