"Oh, I don't know, I have been trying to think what to do, but can't really come up with anything" phoebe said, she really didn't think she would do well, but she supposed she would try. She remember that freedom of using her power. It was hers. Mimic could copy it, but she doubted he would fully understand what it meant to use, just how tightly it was apart of her "are you sure you're okay? That was more than a few slaps!"