At the sound of boots meeting the floor, Quentin grinned, "Well, there's Kabal.  That's for sure."  He cleared his throat, "Oi, Kabal, you go off and have fun without me [i]again?[/i]"  He asked cheekily, "You've gotta leave some of the baddies for me - I don't get to see any of the good action anymore."  It wasn't long before Jackie moved straight for the couch and crashed.  That wasn't the first time she'd done it and likely wouldn't be the last.

"Well, he's got Jackie's tail.  Like, same exact thing..."  Quentin looked at Elijah skeptically for a moment, "What are you, kid?  Never seen somebody with the exact same ability as somebody else..."

Eli shrugged, "I'm a Mimic.  I can copy a power I've been subject to or witnessed.  Took her tail when she attacked me, seemed like better defense than the other chick's sword.  That's all," He said with a shrug, "Might copy something else if I get a chance, this thing is making my balance all weird..."  

He looked at Quentin for a moment as the drill dissipated from behind him.  "What was it that you were doing... uh, Quentin?"  He asked curiously, "Were you... trasmutating?  Or was it more specific than that?"

The man shrugged, "Basically, yeah.  Try it out, Copy Cat," He suggested, pulling a knife from his side and pinching the flat of the blade.  He ran both fingers along it as the metal turned to wood before tossing it to the newcomer.  Eli caught it and cocked an eyebrow, focusing on the wooden blade before repeating the process which he saw Quentin do.

"Hmph...  That's nifty," He said, handing it back over.  "I don't imagine that's all it does?"

"Ah, secrets of the trade.  I can't tell you everything, then it's not just my talent anymore, right?"

Eli nodded, that was fair.  "So, where's the food?"

Quentin furrowed his brow, "Right...  Kabal - I'm... assuming that you didn't actually get anything while you were out?  Need some help taking down whoever it was you were fighting?  They have anything worth our time besides being assholes?"