Locked in her room Jain was without the stifling blindfold bouncing a small wad of paper around the room in rapid controlled teleports her goal precision and endurance. It was what the Doctor had been telling her that she needed to do it without concentration because most of the others saw her as a transportation type, she more than that.

In her mind she saw surprised guards their weapons missing then they themselves appearing upside down on the ceiling or under the one who was falling from above. Jian had been drilled in the featureless training room till her head was pounding an overworked muscle [color=00CED1]"You must grow stronger, you must grow so we can expand your ports eventually till you can transport groups and machines 85 tons and more.[/color] demanded Dr. Schroder.

The Doctor was either overconfident or thought her under control but in either case she wasn't the tame subject some of the other staff believed, Jain wasn't planning rebellion but revenge for her treatment, for the burning eye drops they put in her eyes when they locked the blindfold around her head. So it was with some surprise she saw her door vanish and who could blame her for seeing this as an opportunity to escape.

So it was with caution she stepped close to the now bare door frame and looked out 

She spotted three people she barely knew and fixed them in her mind as she'd been drilled ready to weaponize the inertia of their movements or even just alter the direction they faced so any projective powers they had went far off target

[color=9e7bb5] "...We're not supposed to leave our rooms,"What did you do?"[/color] said one boy to the other two

They were like her and judging from the missing doors at least one was rebellious against their tormentors

[color=00CED1]"Is there a plan"[/color] she asked still in the threshold of her cell ready to retreat if she felt any response more than she could handle her explanation prepared to place blame on the three first ones.