(This is what I mean.)
Alex would go back into his pocket dimension, annoyed. This time, he would attempt to practice in it.
You try to do so, and find that your power doesn't seem to work at all without another person to take with you. How utterly restrictive.
Rolling onto his back with a pained groan Steven looks to see if the teenager is still hanging around.
Nope, she seems to have just kept on running and not looking back.
Pigeonface, for that matter, also seems to have lost interest, and, after starting to sprint off, jumped off the ground and taken flight with those stupid wings of his.
Selina thinks for a long moment, a tiny bit amused by how much like an infant the Clone actually was in the end. She decided to take her down stairs to the living room, carefully helping her down with the still clumsy and limited motor skills she seemed to have.
As you take her out of your room, you notice that the Clone is a bit uneasier than usual, slightly stirring as you drag her out by the armpits from your room and gently down the stairs, taking her over to the living room, where a comfy couch awaits for you to put her on. You sit her up in it, and she deliberately slumps sideways, laying her head down on one of the armrests. She looks at you, eyes full of questions she doesn't seem able to state.