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[ She listens (she always listens), but when he reaches the phrase what else might be going on, Aberdeen abruptly stops typing (a rarity). Unceremoniously her laptop is shut and set to one side before she's sliding off the bed and onto her bare feet, still very much clothed in her leather jacket and nothing else though this last point of notice doesn't seem to bother her one bit. Without her usual black boots to give her a few inches, she appears to Oxford much smaller than perhaps he remembers her as. There's also much more skin exposed than normal, so tattoos that otherwise would have remained anonymous and hidden reveal themselves now on her abdomen and beneath her breast and the inside of her arm — all mathematically.

Stepping forward, she moves to meet Oxford in his approach, coming to stand just a foot or so away from him, threatening to bow forward into his personal space. ]

Try now, [ she says and it's offer. If Oxford didn't know to what extend his powers had been dampened, they would all be working at a gross disadvantage until the new limitations were defined and tested. ]