Yue made her way to the table sheepishly, doing her best to fade into the background and disappear... or die of embarrassment, you know... as one does. She sat down at the table quietly with her hands in her lap and her face resembling a tomato as she watched everyone serve themselves. For a moment it seemed like she would skip breakfast before her body reminded her that she had not eaten a real meal since her MRE the previous morning.

[b][color=#c45302]"[i]This[/i] experienced mage was in the kitchen, you can blame this all on Zolya,"[/color][/b] Archer teased as he began to serve himself. Yue ate quickly in silence until she was scraping the sides of her bowl for sauce fragments and eying the remaining latkes with a predatory air.

[b][color=#CE2B95]"I have a question...,"[/color][/b] she interjected slowly, looking about ready to pounce and maul the next person to steal from the plate of potato cakes. Archer slid it towards her with a grin.

[b][color=#c45302]"Shoot."[/color][/b]

[b][color=#CE2B95]"[i]Sword Song[/i] enhances magical properties... but most of the equipment I use is Tinker-made and most of it still sings. Does that mean they're magic too?"[/color][/b]

[b][color=#c45302]"Tinker-Science is its own category of weirdness. It interacts with certain magics in weird ways when it shouldn't, and obstinately does nothing when it rightly should [i]have[/i] an interaction. Don't even get me started on Tinker-science mantling legendary enchantments from lost or destroyed artifacts. Basically it's generally accepted within the magic community that Tinkers are bullshit, and nobody [i]really[/i] understands why their shit does what it does. In other words... Yes! But also no."[/color][/b]

Yue speared him with a glare that spoke to how clearly disappointed with his explanation she was, though all this did was make Archer laugh. She crunched a dry latke in contemplative silence, staring vacantly past everyone at the table. Yue was content to just not bring up the fact that she seemed to break things (both mundane and magical) wherever she went for the time being.

Why couldn't she have a nice, easy, safe, [i]normal[/i] power like Luna Lightning? Hell, it felt like even the guy who generated soap bubbles had an easier time than her. And poor Felix was trying to replicate her speed with his cybernetics? Poor guy. She never told him that she basically had to become an expert in ballistics, aerodynamics, and physics in order to move the way she did.

Friction, gravity, inertia, compensating for the Coriolis Effect, kinetic energy transfer. How does she make a hard turn when traveling at 900 Miles Per Hour? Where is her foot going to land? If a 130 Kilogram object traveling at 403.2 Meters Per Second kicks off that curb to try and change her flight angle, will she be stepping on concrete or sinking into gravel? Will the suit absorb that impact or is she about to break her leg? How much did she have to slow down to grab that guy who fell off a ten story building without turning him into paste or ripping one of his arms off? We're not even gonna get in to what it took to normalize experiencing all these forces while time dilated without going into G-Lock, or becoming violently sick.

Vomiting in 1/120th time dilation was an experience she [i]never[/i] wanted to repeat.

Now she had to worry about breaking magic wherever she went too? [i]She was tailor made to destroy things, it would seem...[/i] Archer reached across the table and snapped his fingers loudly in front of her eyes, snapping her back into realtime with a hard flinch.

[b][color=#c45302]"Hey, hon. You've been staring off into space for like five minutes now. Listen, I've been a mage for hundreds of mortal lifetimes and I [i]still[/i] don't know everything there is to know about magic. The more I learn about it, the more questions I have sometimes, so... don't think too hard about it: you'll drive yourself mad. If you're done eating maybe you should get cleaned up. I think the rest of us are about ready to shove off towards Shieldtown."[/color][/b]

[b][color=#CE2B95]"Right, sorry...,"[/color][/b] replied Yue distantly, as she snaked another handful of potato cakes off the plate before standing.