Kyle shrugs and pulls out his phone.
Gon' git dat Hera. Aw ya, you be be ready for the level of comboing you are in for mother flucker. Kekeke....
Your rather blocky, mildly antiquated cellphone provides little in the way of proper distraction. Snake is a rather beautiful game, though, plus there's some affair with a bouncy ball that you haven't regarded very positively up until now, but ultimately turn to in order to while away the time. You sadly have few friends who'd be overly willing to chat right now, either, or at least so you suspect.
Twenty minutes later, the old lady is still as actively talking and sorting things out as ever. If anything, the confusion in whatever matter she's attempting to resolve seems to have increased. Looking at her, her shape starts to become a little indistinct, and you feel a mild pressure at your temples.
"I... I'm fine..." Selina slips under the covers, fully clothed, and lies on her side as she attempts to fall asleep, doubting she'd get much all things considered...
It certainly isn't very comfortable to sleep in your full set of clothing at first, but once you loosen up the belt, it's hardly an obstacle for someone as thoroughly tired and maladapted as you are. Sleep comes easily, and your dreams are indistinct, faintly pleasant.
When you awaken, you feel rather good. Not uncomfortable, at the very least, despite the way you're sharing a blanket with someone you only met yesterday and currently know only barely at best. It's light out, and there's a certain peace in the air.
"OWOWOWOWOWOW!" Now seemed as good a time as any to test her powers. Carrie, depending on whether or not she can reach Glazzie, either jumps right up next to Glazzie, phasing her arm through Glazzie's gun arm, or attempts to go through the nearest wall and out of Glazzie's line of sight.
You jump immediately out of your body - fortunately, the effect on your eyes does not follow you. Something to presumably note for the future. Edging back into yourself, you begin to sprint forward, barely managing to shove your transparent arm into Glazzie's gun hand before your body begins to catch up.
Much to your displeasure, in the two to three seconds that your body catches up, Glazzie does several things. Firstly, she takes a shot at you, which immediately sends a slight surge of pain through your mind as the bullet grazes your abdomen, not even drawing blood, just sort of bouncing off painfully. Secondly, she dodges quite decisively as you move along the predetermined path, unable to alter your course on the dime - and as you finally reach the position you intended, Glazzie has already stepped aside, seemingly quite intrigued by the sight of your power, extended a baton she retrieves from her belt and, as you begin to recover, she whacks the most painful possible nerve of your left thigh with said baton at full force.
Needless to say, you've never been in quite as much pain as this. It's really most indescribable, blotting out all thought as you writhe on the ground making incoherent noises of pain, your eyes crossing even without your adversary's help. Within moments, you black out, your immature nervous system and tiny 12-year-old heart woefully unequipped to deal with all this.
You awaken a little while later, confused and distraught, as well as with a piece of paper on your face.