( skye's been around hungry folks long enough to recognize the look of idle wanting in his eyes. it's not quite starvation, not quite desperate, but there's enough hunger behind it to keep his attention while she talks. she might be a handful of years post-foster system, but there are some things that never quite go away; he doesn't have to ask for a handout to get one from her. without missing a beat, skye fishes out a small container from the inner pocket of her bag and hands it out to him. it's not likely to be enough to satisfy a speedster, but the nuts and dried fruit that were collected from snack-sized goodie bags at an open house event will certainly do better than his imagination. )

Here. ( just don't thank her. it'll make things weird. she doesn't take so much as a beat before moving on, anyway, adding: ) Tell me about the switch.

( which, on second thought, probably sounds more like an interrogation than a friendly conversation, so skye backpedals a bit. )

I mean. If I ever randomly got powers — ( which i obviously didn't, no way. ) — I'd want to know how to stop them. It's probably not something you can Google.

( she knows, because she tried. often. )