[center][h3] [/h3][/center][h3][hr][color=#38547C]Keaton Plasse[/color][/h3][hr]
Keaton stared as Lynn as she maneuvered around the scene, struck by how used the girl was to the situation. Though she’d changed her new definition of normal many times the past week, nothing about this situation was part of what she thought she had to factor in. Still, Lynn was the most stable of the group at this point, considering the state of the others. While Keaton’s eyes kept getting drawn to Archie, who looked like he was on the edge of transforming despite her gut telling her differently. Her trust in her powers had been unconscious for most of her life, but after learning about it, the possibility of error seemed to loom above her. Though her power was knowing what was correct, and though she’d never been wrong before, who was to say she couldn’t be? Relying on confirmations without clear reasoning was a lot scarier now that she was aware of it, and though she defaulted to trust, she couldn’t help but think of the ways that trust could lead her to injury, or worse.

Archie and Lynn seemed to have stopped Amelia in her tracks, and Lynn was now questioning her, demanding that she start talking. As she did, Keaton straightened shakily, trying to focus on Amelia’s words. She was telling the truth about the first day, but she went after Freaky-D? That was news to Keaton. She confirmed that she was a fan of the helmet, as Keaton had deduced earlier, and she thought her powers were good for escaping. Her powers were related to movement. What kind of movement though? Was that why she’d caught up to Keaton so quickly?

Amelia continued, though, with her story. AP Bio—that said little. Just an empty class, a convenient place, most likely. ‘Warp’—so she was a warper, a teleporter. She’d seen the man before he’d died, the exact man, or so she thought. According to her story, she’d gotten away. Everything lined up. Except her last statement—it was a coincidence. Keaton knew that from earlier, knew that from the fact that the body had been dumped in the river like some getaway murderer off a crime show. The water removed evidence, destroyed evidence, and it had nothing to do with Amelia.

[color=#38547C]“It’s a coincidence,”[/color] Keaton said, interrupting. She looked around at the group, meeting their eyes. [color=#38547C]“My power—I think things, guess things. And I know when I’m right. And that body, it was dumped in the river for easy disposal, not for you to find.”[/color]

She paused, mostly because it felt right. This was the first time she’d told someone about her powers willingly. Usually it was just the doctors or scientists, the forms and papers, but here, with a dead body not twenty feet away, she’d given it away. Did it matter? Not to them, probably, but to her, it was new. At first it’d been an intrinsic, unnamed part of her, then a secret she didn’t know what to do with. Now it was known, and she felt oddly light. 

That was when Natalie arrived with news that she’d informed the authorities. Keaton stared at her, momentarily stunned. That’d always been an option, but usually the people that called in got investigated first. Plus, the man was wearing a Promise uniform. If the ship authorities weren’t safe from the woman, what made her think alerting them would be a good idea?