Waking up in a whore house was not exactly Abigails idea of a fun time. Finding out she had no paints or canvases made her even unhappier. This whole situation was not only annoying as hell but with the little drones following her everywhere made it just demeaning. Yes she was an all powerful metahuman but that didn't mean she had to be placed in a house full of moaning and have little robots on her back at all times. Seriously they could have just hired out a hotel room and given her some paints and she would have been fine. Sigh, it was a pain being such a strong individual.

Meeting the new metahumans was just silly, what was she supposed to do with them? They were all just hero types that complained about the safehouse or talked about saving total strangers like it was a normal thing to do. Then there was this one meta who just kept ordering them around, who the hell made him in charge?! 

Abigail muttered angrily to herself as she quickly realised that she was going to have to follow what he said or get zapped back to beddy byes. 

Finding herself in the residential districts she looked at the droids wondering if they were going to help her or just keep zapping her again. They honestly were one of the most annoying things she had ever encountered and she wished they would just have an error and break. It was only when she saw the lynch mobs did she suddenly realise how serious this was. Stupid humans all getting angry at the stupidest things. She sighed, the sooner this was over the sooner she might be able to get some paints. Calming herself with deep breathing she willed the area around her to be calm as well.