[center][b][u][color=f7941d]Vin[/color][/u][/b][/center]

There came a certain surety and confidence from knowing herself to be attractive, her body had been shaped by her own thoughts and opinions, but Vin wasn't dense, she could see she wasn't having the effect she'd wanted. So she relaxed, using the motion to reach for some napkins as an excuse to slide away from the man nonchalantly as she dropped all skin contact and pretended to be absorbed in preparing her food - which wasn't the best play now that she thought about it. All she could do was push some fries out of the way and squeeze some ketchup. Not exactly a distracting task.

She pondered a moment what to say, before deciding to both be vague and stick to the truth. [color=f7941d]"I can manipulate organic stuff,"[/color] she admitted, holding out her hand for him to see. Her palm split right down the middle without anything cutting it, and blood welled up from the wound. Before it could spill from her hand however, the blood sucked itself right back into the cut, which sealed itself shut as if nothing had happened. [color=f7941d]"I'd make a fantastic Doctor,"[/color] she grinned, hoping the demonstration wouldn't be related enough to shapeshifting for him to come to that conclusion. She wasn't sure she wanted anyone to know she could do that. She held back a grimace at the thought.

[color=f7941d]"And I can read minds."[/color] She said, grinning wider. [color=f7941d]"But don't worry, I'm [i]really[/i] bad at it."[/color] It was actually a little amusing, mostly frustrating, but a little amusing too. She wasn't like Jean from X-Men, she didn't have trouble controlling the power and couldn't stop reading others' minds, more like the opposite; she had trouble reading anyone's mind, consciously or otherwise. [color=f7941d]"You'd totally know if I was reading your thoughts; my face'd be all scrunched up and I'd have this derpy look of concentration on."[/color] Even then there was no garuntee she'd succeed in getting anything other than a feeling of discomfort from them because of her intense stare.

She tossed a ketchup-covered fry into her mouth. [color=f7941d]"Last power is like yours,"[/color] she started, [color=f7941d]"manipulate electricity, energy and stuff."[/color] She waved a hand at him, [color=f7941d]"Unkike you though, I tend to shock myself. And burn myself."[/color] She frowned at the memory of blackening her hands the first time she'd tried pulling in too much energy and had been forced to vent it as fire from her hands. She inspected her smooth palms critically, knowing they were fine, flawless and healed, but still the memory of pain rested on her mind. That had been a very unpleasant experience.

Shaking off the feeling, she refocused on the blond with a smile. [color=f7941d]"What do ya think?"[/color] She asked teasingly, [color=f7941b]"Can I handle myself in a fight?"[/color] Of course that wasn't the real question, the real question was: 'Do you still like me even though I've got freaky powers?' It was stupid, he was like her, he had freaky powers too, but it didn't change the fact she was nervous, maybe her's were extra creepy? Even without admitting to shapeshifting the mind-reading was probably a deal breaker.

And now that she thought about it her display of cutting and healing herself had been rather gruesome. Not that it had hurt, if she focused she could stop herself from feeling pain. Not something she'd be able to do in a fight or while under a lot of pressure, but for that moment she managed.