[center][color=00ffff][h2][i][b]Victoria van Dyne[/b][/i][/h2][/color][hr][color=00ffff][b]Location: [/b][/color]Stadium hallways
[color=00ffff][b]Skills/equipment: [/b][/color]N/A
[/center][hr]Victoria's hands clasped a little tighter around Hope's as she listened to her mother. Not quite trusting her words at the moment, she just nodded, her expression a mix of relief of not having burned the bridge with her family so thoroughly it could not be rebuilt, and the uncertainty of whether her future could include having to shoot down a pursuing helicarrier.

Finally, she regrew enough spine to speak. [Color=00ffff]"...okay. I'm sorry for... Being difficult."[/color] she smiled sheepishly, her gaze pointing aside. Another thought from Sabine made its way over then. [Color=00ffff]"Look, I really have to take care of these things, but if you're staying in town, text me where and I can drop by in the evening, if you're free?"[/color] She then excued herself, heading to the exit.

She tried the Mindssenger again. [I][color=00ffff]"Not sure what prompted that thought, but... Yes, it is possible. Unless the gal you pulled the memories out of happened to conveniently look at a clock that puts them after the medical exam, even finding one of those candies may not be enough of a proof. Not without further analysis of how they work. Only if there is a window in which they take effect short enough do we have a clear case. Regardless, family fire put out, heading to the hotel now."[/color][/i] she thought over, before routing power to the MF generators to hover above the rooftops, blasting off in the hotel's direction soon after.