[More likely to eviscerate on the internet than shank, Darlene closes the distance between them to one across which reasonable conversation might take place.]

Ten bucks says it's someone's idea of a joke. Whoever makes up powers and assigns them to us is probably buttbuddies with whoever generates the jobs they give us. I was friggin' helpdesk. Can you even.

[Of the many things Darlene dislikes, her own powers are pretty high on the list. Stupid and useless, she rarely wastes her time. Except... now she's faced with a robot who looks like a human, and okay, she's got to wonder. Does her stupid techno-empathy bullshit work now, or only if he's robo Paul Bunyaning over her?

Curious, she tries to get a read on his feelings even while she's chatting him up.]

So are you the only one, or do I have to check everyone I know for battery packs?