Clementine had decided just to ignore everyone as she with crossed arms, stared out into the street, watching the surroundings pass by. The drive was boring, she had just lost everything she owed at her home thanks to now getting hunted by not only the government but some off-brand Power Ranger soldiers who hate them.
The thoughts of those clad-in-black soldiers that attacked them caused Clementine to think back to what she did to one of them... She slowly opened her hand, feeling the skin in her palms buzzing as if it were hypersensitive and yet, nothing happened. Clementine glanced at her brothers to the left of her, were they angry with her? Did her powers scare them? Clementine didn't even know what she was capable of...

Unlike her brothers, she never really experimented much or got in situations where she was forced, unlike today. Clementine had always seen her brother Errol's powers as insanely cool and how he was able to just move with such freedom. Out of her two brothers, Errol was by far the most explosive of the two, but her eldest brother Duncan seemed to be the most precise, then again, Clementine never got the chance to see her oldest brother's powers in action when they met for their monthly one-day "meet-n-greet"... well that's not quite true, she sometimes saw Duncan 5-7 times over a month when he had to bail her out. That was a rough month and she felt a bit bad for putting her oldest brother in that situation, but then again, who could blame a teenager with money and no true parental control?

Clementine had begun to zone out in the car, not really paying attention to everyone else as her mind kept reliving the moment she burned that woman's hands off her bones. The gruelling and animalistic scream still rang in her mind, the smell of burned meat and flesh as melted pieces kept sliding off the woman's fingers until only charred bones remained stopped by third-degree burned wrists.
Even as they arrived, Clementine kept herself at a distance completely shut off mentally and still completely zoned out by those memories spiralling more and more out of control, until she heard her name.

She snapped out of her inner thoughts, pulled back to the present time and raised her piercing eyes from her hands to Duncan showing the raging inner turmoil through her eyes as the iris' had a slight glow. [color=orange]"Hm?"[/color]
It took her a second or two to process what her brother had asked her. [color=orange]"Yeah sure, whatever"[/color] was her slightly nonchalant response and the intensity and glow in her eyes had disappeared and turned back to their normal calm pale blue. It was very obvious that she hid her inner thoughts and turmoil she had behind typical teenage indifference, pushing her inner chaos far back in her mind.

The red-haired girl went over to the sausages and then looked around the place and found an empty industrial barrel, which made her think back to those homeless people under highways she randomly stumbled upon while running from the police. Now they just needed something flammable, like wood or other highly flammable material.

As such, she removed her oversized and now, very ruined coat and placed it into the barrel and in an instant the barrel lit up like a Christmas tree. Unlike most people, even mutants, Clementine couldn't get cold, or hot for that matter, at least not in the same sense as a normal person would. [color=orange]"There, though you might need to find something more if you want me to keep the fire alive"[/color] explained Clementine matter-of-factly and put her hands in her pockets, not moving from her spot by the barrel. In fact, she rather wanted to be anywhere else than here and instantly thought about go exploring, so she could be alone with her thoughts.