When Pahn did not immediately respond, Anora’s brows furrowed, wondering if he had not heard her, or if his hearing had been damaged in his fight.
	[color=violet]“Hello?”[/color] she said, contemplating waving a hand in front of his face to get his attention. Instead, she cast another nervous glance toward the sound of the sirens. She looked back to him when he responded, and gave a sigh of relief. At least his hearing was not compromised.
	[i][color=goldenrod]Just his reaction time?[/color][/i] she wondered, concern she did not yet fully understand crossing her face.
	She watched him raise his arms, and took a small step back, wanting to neither risk getting in his way, nor miss anything of how he planned on cleaning up. Her gaze shifted to his as he opened his eyes. She inhaled at their change, but the gentle sound was overpowered by the consistent grumbling [i]whoosh[/i] accompanying his powers and surrounding them, its volume only just surpassed by the high-pitched whine of emergency vehicles growing unnervingly closer.
	Anora’s attention turned to the ground as a white glow spread about the ground around them. Her concern about the authorities all but forgotten for the moment, she turned in a circle, lifting her feet a little higher than necessary as she watched the fractures in the concrete beneath her stitch themselves together with a series of [i]cracks.[/i] The earth shook lightly with the effort of restoring itself, even the mud caking her boots pulling away to return to where it belonged. 
	With her back to Pahn, wind burst from behind her, making her long black hair flail about her face. She tried to quickly gather it as mist seeped impossibly from the concrete, casting a haze over the visible world. It swirled up and around them before it shot out like a wave from a supernova.
	She watched, awestruck, one hand still trying to keep control of her hair, as buildings, sidewalks, and roads alike appeared to rebuild themselves, leaving no traces of damage behind. Even the noise of the sirens abruptly snuffed out. People appeared on the completed sidewalks as the last of the mist rippled through the city, each going about their normal, mundane way, none apparently any the wiser of the battle that had commenced only minutes before. Even her own car sat where she had left it in Piggly Wiggly’s parking lot, none the worse for wear.
	[color=violet]“What in the the...?”[/color] Anora turned in a circle, gawking. An awed smile slowly quirked at her lips. [color=goldenrod][i][u]Please[/u] don’t be a dream,[/i][/color] she silently pleaded.
	The loud screech of someone slamming on their breaks abruptly pulled her back to reality--at least, what she [i]hoped[/i] was still reality.
	She shouted and jumped back as the grille of a Chevy Malibu bucked to a halt only a couple feet from her, her back nearly brushing against Pahn, her eyes wide, and heart hammering madly in her chest. Judging by the condition of the car and few dents already in the front bumper, she was shocked it even bothered to stop.
	[color=6ecff6]“Which question would you like answered first?”[/color]
	Anora spun back around at Pahn’s voice, startled at how close she now stood to him. She had to tilt her neck slightly upward to be capable of looking him in the eye as he suggested another place to talk, his tone and posture utterly unperturbed by nearly being ran over.
	[color=violet]“A--a [i]pizza[/i] place?”[/color] Her brows rose incredulously, before the Malibu’s horn made her flinch. The line of traffic grew steadily behind it, and more annoying [i]meeps[/i] and [i]honks[/i] joined the first. [color=violet]“Fine!”[/color] She stepped hastily toward the sidewalk, trying to usher him out of the road. [color=violet]“Anywhere but the middle of the street!”[/color]