Two days ago, Jessie had been celebrating her newfound freedom and trying to plan her triumphant return to villainy and super-science.  In retrospect, that time probably would've been better spent implementing some new security measures.<br/><br/>She looked up from her nullifiers -- given that she didn't have any actual super-powers, to her they might be as much a tool as an impediment -- to observe the others in the cell.  Humour, Haste, Bast, and Frenzy...quite a bunch.<br/><br/>"Frenzy.  It's been a while."  Ten-odd years, in fact.  "How did that signal dampener work out for you?"  Eight-year-old Jessie had hypothesized that Frenzy would have a much easier time committing robberies if he didn't risk setting off alarms when he sawed through vault doors and the like.  She'd sold him a fix for that problem at a 'reasonable' price in order to finance some parts she couldn't steal for herself yet, but she was captured hardly a week later, and that had been the end of that.<br/><br/>Idly, she wondered what had happened to her parents.<br/><br/>(OOC: Are the nullifiers like actual handcuffs, or do they not restrain movement other than negating powers?<br/><br/>Also, Amberghylles, this can be changed if it doesn't work for you.)