[ She nods, more to herself than to Miles. She even closes her eyes, turning her attention inward, her concentrations floating away from the link. She feels a bit silly doing this, like trying to meditate and having recurring thoughts of if she had turned off the heating plate back home instead. Focus, Cordelia.
She concentrates on the name of the power if not the function; it's not a plasma mirror like she helped haul to Escobar, but she feels like it should somehow function the same. Why else would she get this power in particular. With that in mind, she sticks to what she knows. The field would need a power unit, some way to turn it on ... she imagines a switch in her mind, something she can flick on with a thought—
Miles, meanwhile, should suddenly see some kind of ... iridescence around his mother. Not quite a bubble and no color sifts of any kinds, but there's something surrounding her. Is it as solid as it looks> Or would it shatter like the thin glass it looks like? ]
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She concentrates on the name of the power if not the function; it's not a plasma mirror like she helped haul to Escobar, but she feels like it should somehow function the same. Why else would she get this power in particular. With that in mind, she sticks to what she knows. The field would need a power unit, some way to turn it on ... she imagines a switch in her mind, something she can flick on with a thought—
Miles, meanwhile, should suddenly see some kind of ... iridescence around his mother. Not quite a bubble and no color sifts of any kinds, but there's something surrounding her. Is it as solid as it looks> Or would it shatter like the thin glass it looks like? ]