[h2]Alessa Heather: PRT Headquarters[/h2]
So, in fairness, it wasn't usual for Alessa to freak out the way she was. However, keeping in mind the fact that she wasn't allowed to use her powers, and consciously reminding herself of that fact over and over again, was rather distracting her logical brain from the important business of not being terrified of the giant wolfman. This left her lizard brain in control, which was probably why, when informed that they weren't allowed to run away, her Krav Maga training kicked in, and immediately decided upon the least lethal move in the arsenal, reflexively side-kicking Protean in the snout quite firmly.

'...sorry!' she uttered, hands over her mouth, horrified once she realised what she'd done. Fortunately, she'd retained enough sense not to [i]break[/i] anything, but she figured most people- wolf-hybrids- shapeshifting... most beings with snouts would have bruises after that. Whether shapeshifting helped mitigate that was a good question, but still, that had to have hurt. To his credit, he kind of just shrugged it off, and went on, as she and Ira continued running, to harass the teammates who were further ahead, before moving to the center of the room and turning into was he kidding right now? Nope, clearly not.

Okay, three riddles, the first one was fairly-

'Queue! Queue is the answer to the first riddle.'

Okay, the easy one was gone. Alessa cursed herself for never being great at them. Well, she wasn't sure about the second one, maybe she'd get back to that. So, if two coins made thirty cents, one of them wasn't a nickel... but you needed a nickel to make that amount, didn't you? No twenty cent coins existed at the moment...

'Hah! Achieved all on my lonesome. Google, where is thy sting? The answer is a stamp!'

Alright, well, that was kind of scary, wasn't it? She didn't want to dump Ira into a fight against Protean, but she also didn't want to fight Protean herself... well, maybe she should, actually, since she needed the experience, didn't she? But then so did Ira, and she was perhaps the weak link in their quin- oh, right, in their [i]quartet...[/i] oh, wait a moment!

'The coin that's not a nickel is a quarter, and the [i]other[/i] coin is the nickel!' she yelled, actually rather pleased with herself for that flash of inspiration. In a hushed tone, she then regretfully whispered 'Sorry, Ira,' to her partner, torn between accelerating ahead to avoid the inevitable lambasting or staying around to actually talk to her. She did not envy the person who had to fight Protean at any point, and least of all the non-fighter of the group.