Isabela's cleavage was like a goddamn black hole when it came to attention, and Ellie tried but couldn't quite resist that pull. Being attracted to women was a lot sometimes.

"Your friend writes books?" Ellie asked, purely delighted with the possibility, plot or trash or Isabela's presence notwithstanding. But -- that was a question and a whole conversation for another time, when they weren't talking about the superpowers they'd suddenly and inexplicably ended up with. She did, however, appreciate both Isabela's sense of philosophy and that edge of sincerity, making sure Ellie wanted to share.

It was probably that little bit of quiet checking that made Ellie like her, even more than all the rest.

Still invisible and holding her breath, Ellie smiled back at her, then took another breath and let herself pop back into view.

"Super fucking useful," Ellie sighed. "Just gotta figure out what I want to use it for."

There was a lot of potential for this to take a dark turn, and while Ellie's hands were far from clean, she liked to think that she had limits.