<b>"S-strength?"</b>It seemed like an odd question, how do you explain how much strength anybody has? One of the tentacles snaked past her shoulder and hovered in front of Nathaniel's face, almost like it was inspecting him. Annoyed by its involuntary movement, Jenny grabbed hold of it and pulled it back again.<b>"Euhm... Sorry, I'm still getting used to it."</b>A small blush showed on her face.<b>"Oh, right, your question. Well, they're not that strong, I can't lift you off the ground with just one of them... I think... But the doctors said that they can be trained like any other muscle, so perhaps in a few weeks I can fling you all around the room."</b>She smiled at Nathaniel, brushing some hair out of her face.<b>"T-that's a joke, by the way."</b>She quickly added, not sure if the apparent army man had a sense of humor. She'd been completely oblivious to Nicole's staring eyes, not that she wasn't familiar with staring, it's just that it normally came from the opposite gender.<br/><br/>With that out of the way, she turned to watch Mathew. Earth shaping... Was he going to build them a large sandcastle? Or was he like that sand guy from that Spiderman movie? She hoped not, that would mean he'd probably drag in sand all over the place.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>