Elaine was now much closer to panicking, but she had not come this close to fail now. At least that was what she insisted in her own mind as her hand made contact with the heavy armored plating of the door. The plan had called for her to shape the door into a construct built to carry the money in the getaway, but she would have to do something else. She did not have a contingency for this, the other constructs were supposed to have lasted longer, to have done a better job protecting her if something had come up. 

She was pretty sure they would have too, if it hadn't been a superhero who had shown up to stop her. Her eyes were already wide behind her glasses as she stared at the hero as he drew closer. Elaine needed to choose a design for the construct and she needed to choose one fast, before the hero could really close the distance. Just as she was managing to form one the man stopped and taunted her. For a few seconds the fact that she didn't really want to be doing this, the fact that she had no other options, the fact that she was trying not to do any permanent damage, and many other facts vanished beneath a cloud of anger at yet another person who felt the need to pick on her. 

The signal that flowed down to the metal at her fingertips was not a carefully formed one, nor was it one of her premade blueprints. Never the less the metal twisted and surged as her power brought it to life. The door changed then, half formed limbs forming rapidly, and some vaguelly defined piece of anatomy pushed against the ground as a mass of metal, all sharp edges and slashing blades hurled itself forward towards the hero. 

It was a hasty construct, born from emotion and a single impulse. It would not last long. But for the moment the amorphous mass of slashing limbs and blades was enough to force the hero back, allowing her to grab one of the duffle bags full of money from inside of the car and turn away, as if to make her attempt to escape with something at least.