As the flame leapt into his hand Carin sat up straight, her body going rigid as she became fully situationally aware. The rest of the restaurant did the same, but likely, she knew, for different reasons. Slowly, table by table, the few others left in the restaurant quietly left, as someone behind the counter ducked below and returned, fire extinguisher at the ready.<br/><br/>She watched him, one half of her mind ready to pounce on him and extinguish his flame at a split-second's notice. She was trained for situations like this-- an out-of-control pyrokinetic had telltale weaknesses, but neutralizing them before severe damage was done to life or property was at times, a challenge.<br/><br/>She silently longed for the days when the large-scale parahuman 'incidents' were massive orgies resulting in mass-pregnancies and a sea of five-alarm hangovers and maybe, a smashed building or two. Now, those were still a possibility, but so were floods, freak tornadoes, firestorms, sinkholes and any number of environmental issues. Not to mention the occasional murder by parahuman means.<br/><br/>The other half listened intently to his words, processing each sentence as he went. Her brain fixated on the idea someone could detect parahumans. There were millions of empaths of various degrees who could read emotional intent and even detect the smallest of deceptions, but detecting, outright, parahumans? That took a biometric scan if the person in question didn't make it obvious. That was a high-priority skill to get a hold of.<br/><br/>She ran long fingers over her glass of water, drawing the liquid up and over her right hand, forming a shimmering, half-inch-thick second skin. She turned her palm upward and the water flowed and churned until it created a foot-tall waterspout, spinning in the palm of her hand. She never even looked at it.<br/><br/>"Some of us have no need to hide ourselves," she said, cracking a smile for the first time.