Hart smiled at Nic as he addressed her. "Looks nice does it not? Based off of the ship I landed in as a boy." He chuckled, patting the jet as if it were his own invention or a child. "Your absorption, what limits does it hold? Is there anything you can not absorb?" He looked at her curiously. Blowing a breath out threw her teeth, she looked back toward the Roxy woman and then back to Nic, keeping her voice low. "Limits... I'm not really sure it has very many or any really. I know if I were to touch you right now, I could absorb your knowledge, memories, your powers, even the texture of your skin. I can absorb and absorb, stealing away, until the thing I was holding is now just a pile of dust in my hands." She looked at the jet again. "What metal is this made out of? If I absorbed it I could make my skin the same strength of the metal. Or if I absorbed an animal I could take it's form." She sighed slightly. "It's very useful in a lot of ways, but it can also be scary. Try explaining to your guardian how the dog you were playing with is now an essence swirling around inside you." She chuckled darkly. "That sure was one hell of a day." She looked up at the ceiling. "When I used to practice... If I was concentrating really hard people could hardly feel my absorption. But if they angered me and I lost control of it.... They would scream like their insides were on fire." She shook her head, dragging herself out of the depressing thoughts and back to the present. "But that's all behind me now. I guess now it's time to put out a fire."