Robert
"I'll give it a go, but don't expect me not to just move out of the way." She comments, to no one's surprise, living your life with no PE lessons does have it's downfalls outside of a weak physique and questionable sports knowledge.
She picked up another lid, her round eyes remaining fixed on Morgan as the other spoke.

"My younger brother is into superheroes. He's a massive dork but.. You seem cool. Hovering would also be a sight to see, maybe try use something bigger than these lids? Especially given tin isn't very magnetic"

With that, she nodded and launched the lid again, a better throw this time, but still not amazing.
Fuck her dad for homeschooling her, not a single discus PE lesson to her name.
Adam
Magnetism, as far as it relates to electricity, is a bit of a complicated subject. The two forces are connected on a fundamental level. A magnetic field can cause current to flow along a wire, which is how generators work. The opposite is also true, in that an electric current can produce a corresponding magnetic field, which is how Morgan generates her magnetism. However, the direction of the magnetic field is not the same as the current flow, but is in fact, perpendicular, creating a rotating field around the flow.

All of this to say, Morgan, who's only power is controlling electricity, is trying to make a strong magnetic field by circulating current inside her body, but the resulting magnetic field is totally disconnected from her, she has no way to sense or control it directly. Given her unfamiliarity with this application of her powers, it's not surprising that eventually, by accident, she'd run the current in the wrong direction, inverting the magnetic field.

The id lazily spiraled through the air with a tad bit more oomf than before, but a few feet away from Morgan, it seemed to come to life. Like a very angry wasp, it suddenly accelerated upward and forward, and before she even realized it, it smacked Morgan directly in the nose.

"Ow! Fuck!" Morgan fell back on her ass, covering her nose with her hands as her eyes watered. The can lid fell into the grass, once again lifeless. "Stupid recyclable wannabe frisbee." A trail of dark blood leaked out between Morgan's fingers.
Robert
Violetta took in a heavy inhale of fresh air after throwing the lid at Morgan's direction; a sense of expectation hung around the short girl.
And she noticeably looked entertained (or at least, her interest was piqued) as the metallic frisbee cut through the wind speedily- that was, until it smacked into Morgan's nose.

Violetta gasped, standing in place on the soft grass beneath her as she comprehended the last 20 seconds. Within a couple seconds, she snaps back to reality, peacefully approaching Morgan and kneeling beside the half stranger.

"..Is it broken?" Is her first question, tilting her head.

She was so much more icy cool and nonchalant, it's either she's confident with her ability to help with this, or she was just very out of her comfort zone launching tin cans at people.

"It was quite an impact, after all."
Adam
"Ow..." Morgan complains again. She pulls her hands back and notices the blood leaking out of her nose. "Oh... That's fun. Um, I don't think so. Does it look broken?" Her nose looks perfectly fine. A little red, and trailing a stream of blood from the impact, but nothing that won't heal within a few hours.

Morgan pinched her nose. It stopped the blood flow, but made her wince. "I'm gonna go find the nurse's office. Or maybe a bathroom for paper towels." Morgan stood shakily. Once she found her feet she seemed a bit more steady. She glanced at Violetta out of the corner of her eye, and the corner of her mouth lifted. "You didn't happen to throw that at my head on purpose did you?"