She had finally begun to relax about this whole ordeal and focus on the book when a young man suddenly burst into the cabin and looked around wildly. She put the book down and raised one arched eyebrow at him curiously as she saw the handcuffs and heard the desperation in his tone. Pursing her naturally tinted lips, she tilted her head and was about to say no when suddenly a bobby pin appeared in her palm quite obviously.<br/><br/>"Damn it..."<br/><br/>She hated that her body seemed to magically produce anything that had to do with beauty, fashion or appearance. Her mind had seen a bobby pin from his request, and it had been produced in her palm. Quite annoying, as during high school she'd had to cover up her fair share of embarrassing situations. Supposedly this camp would help her learn to control her powers so random eyelash curlers and bottles of hairspray didn't keep popping up in odd places.<br/><br/>Sighing, she brought the pin over and paid attention to not touch him. It was better for everyone if she kept her body from coming into contact with the opposite gender, since it had produced quite unpredictable and often unwanted side effects. Still, she dropped the bobby pin into his palm and put her hands on her ample hips as she regarded him behind cat-like blue eyes.<br/><br/>"Who are you, and why are you in handcuffs?"<br/><br/>Her voice was smooth as she waited for his answer...if he gave it.<br/><br/>