Aula made her way to the small kitchenette, seat I herself on a four-legged stool aloside the marbletop counter. A small television sat at the back of the counter. Aula noted vaguely at bit was set to the news channel; Jess had no doubt been watching before she arrived. Aula pulls her lips into a thin line as coverage from the school appears, a grim-looking brunette staring down the camera, microphone clenched a little too tightly.
Aula quickly tries to zone out, but she catches little blurbs here and there.
"... eleven dead..."
"... countless injuries..."
"... merciless killer..."
".... children..."
"... mysterious hero..."
Aula reaches out with one hand to turn off the television, carefully clenchi and unclenching her other in order to keep herself under control. She had never been able to listen to recounts like these, especially when those harmed were children. She glances at the millions of needle-prick scars on the inside of her arms. She knew only too well that children are never spared. They're just easier victims.
Despite her own troubli past, one that would cause a grown man to shudder uncontrollably in fear, Aula has never allowed herself to dwell on the terror. She had long since hardened her heart against such this, out of necessity, adopting a sarcastic, witty, hotheaded personality that controls her actions. Well, it could be considered flawed, the way she is, but it's better than a broken, helpless life.
Her eyes drift once more to the scars, rattling off experiments in her head. That one for super speed, that one for strength... Exceptional sight... Night vision... Force fields... Emotion-driven healing... Agility... And that one-
"Aula!"
Aula jerks her hand up automatically to catc the jumpsuit. "Thanks Jess," she says with a smile.
Jess laughs. "No problem. Nice reflexes."
"Enhancements will do that for ya."