When Grease raced off, Sam was startled. It was so sudden, and she didn't really like the fact that there were others staring at her now. The one girl in the red hoodie unnerved her, and caused Sam to grab her hood and pull it down even farther. Why was everyone so scary here? It was like they could tell she accidentally did bad things. Her power just meant that murder was an inevitability, even if she tried really hard not to hurt anyone, it would happen anyway.

The lightning guy broke the silence, of which Sam was grateful. "Um, no offense... but who was that guy in the dumb mask from earlier? And... maybe we should get this man to a hospital?" she fussed with her hands again, wringing them and twisting her fingers. The pain helped her focus, and it helped her not pull the hood down even farther onto her face. She could only hope that wasn't going to be the next victim to get hurt in the alleyway.