Central _hot_ | Superheroine

MAYA Then we adapt. That’s the point of us being here.

Roo arcs her static, knitting a web of current that snuffs the emitter’s energy harvesters without frying anything. The glyph sputters, then goes dark. The signature on Maya’s wristpad dwindles to nothing. superheroine central

Sudden movement: a figure detaches from shadow—SABLE, a silhouette in a trench coat that behaves like liquid shadow. Her voice is smooth as spilled ink. MAYA Then we adapt