Watching the coyote shake its nonexistent fur and walk off was even creepier.  It was like it still had feelings.  Maybe it did still have feelings.  She chewed on her toast thoughtfully.<span style="font-style: italic">’Alert the press.  A mystery of the ages has been solved.  The dead still feel.’</span>She scrunched her nose up at her own thoughts.  They were pretty inappropriate.. God, she just couldn’t deal with this.  She stuffed another piece of toast into her mouth to avoid having to talk anymore.  The silence was finally broken when Mr. Payne walked back into the room, though not by Mr. Payne.  Her eyes darted to Isaac when he started speaking.  Did Isaac not..?  Hello, stranger (to her) in the room!<br/><br/>She barely acknowledged the rest of the conversation between Mr. Payne and Isaac; she was too busy glaring at her classmate.  Abruptly, she turned a fake polite smile to the older male:<span style="color: deepskyblue"> “Excuse me, Mr. Payne.  I think Isaac and I need to discuss some things.. in private.”</span>Though she laughed in fake embarrassment and waved her hands as if it was no big deal, her eyes were busy glaring daggers at her classmate.  Getting to her feet, she waited for Isaac to get up and lead the way out.<br/><br/>When they were not longer in earshot of Mr. Payne, Vivio reached a hand out to grab Isaac’s attention.<span style="color: deepskyblue"> “Hey.”</span>She started off, hostility evident in her voice,<span style="color: deepskyblue">“Listen, I get you don’t want me blabbing.  Fear the parahumans! They be evil. Yeah, whatever.  Sure, okay, you scratch my back, I scratch yours. Whatever.  But don’t have the audacity to tell me that and then go and do it yourself!”</span>Her voice had risen at the end, only the reminder that Mr. Payne was close by keeping her from yelling.<span style="color: deepskyblue">“Did I tell you you could tell your dad? No.  Did you ask me if you could tell your dad?  Also, no.  My parents don’t even know I’m a parahuman and now not only you but someone I don’t even remotely know”</span>Her hand lashed out in the direction of the living room to indicate who she was speaking out,<span style="color: deepskyblue">“knows I snap my fingers and things go boom!”</span>She heaved angrily, as if her outburst had required all of her breath.<br/><br/>Drawing herself up, she crossed her arms over her chest and pinned him with her most pissed off look:<span style="color: deepskyblue">“I think I deserve the right to tell one person of my choosing, <span style="font-style: italic">without your consent or say so</span>, about your ability as well.  Fair’s only fair.”</span>Then, as an afterthought, she added,<span style="color: deepskyblue">“Also, my camera’s still in the forest so we need to go get it.”</span>