Dylan cocked an eyebrow, making his already odd-looking eyes even more offputting, "You're about to show me a superhero's hideout. What do I need to be ready for apart from traps?"
Brella was slow, and knew she didn't have the speed to catch up with her foes on mere energy and amps alone. Her fit of rage had sent her down this road.
Slowly she came to a halt and sighed as the car left her view. Maybe it wasn't worth it tonight. She turned and returned to her workshop, slipping out of her gear as she did so.