Penny looked back at Jude, pondering his offer to make her another shirt or a new cape or something. "Oh yeah, Remix right?" She considered for the first real time what had been done to her sword, the sudden additional weight that had taken her down earlier. Manipulation and duplication. She looked down at what she had on. It wasn't the most breezy of outfits on the best of days and she could feel herself getting good and toasty even before giving the cape away. "That's a pretty useful power, especially in this situation. Couldn't you just make my shirt absorb less then?"

She didn't get far in that line of thought, because Mad Dog had started talking again. Penny immediately wanted to slap a hand over the girls mouth to keep her from bringing trouble down on them by association. What the hell did, she assumed, the head of a soup corporation have to do with anything? Whatever it was, though, she could tell that the girl had ticked the would be king of beach island off.

This is why extroverts were a problem! They went and said what everybody else was thinking!

Jessica, as she introduced herself moments later, didn't seem to be all that concerned though. She had stomped over to one of the volleyball polls leaning in the ground and did...something to it. Penny couldn't tell, because the girl practiced proper epithet etiquette. What she did know was that as soon as the girl swung it around and flipped it on there was an electric hum and Penny could feel her earrings being pulled toward it. That wasn't all though, because the gleaming steel of her bejeweled blade leaped out of the sand like a flying fish and clanged into the side of the thing, wobbling from the impact. If Jessica's epithet wasn't just "Magnets" she was smarter than Penny had thought. 

The good times were over in a flash, though. Literally, as the old Sam Axe looking guy across the way started to burn with the hateful gleam of the sun itself. "Gyaaaaa! You dickhead!" Penny shouted, trying to pull her eyes away or close them and finding both impossible. "Do you see what I'm wearing? I just saw my optometrist last month!" She reached up and ripped the glasses off her face, the magnifying power of the lenses doing more harm than good in this situation. 

Earlier she had been will to write this schlub off as an annoyance, but now he was actively being a [i]problem[/i] and problems [i]tasted cold steel![/i] She tried to step forward, only for the pain to radically increase and force her backwards. Damn it, there was no way to...

Her hand suddenly tightened on her glasses and she reached out to the side to feel around for Jude. "Jude!" She said, slapping the glasses into his chest. "My glasses. Can you make the lenses less clear, then duplicate them?"