[ For a long moment, Daisy just stares at him, visibly debating how to answer the unspoken question. Sure, she could deflect again, but if the shaking returns the same way that piercing sound did...
You know what? She's too tired and in too much pain for secrets. And what good are they here anyway? None of them have been able to leave this place and who knows how long they'll have before the fog or a rabid squirrel shows up to kill them all. ]
On my Earth, there exists a small percentage of the population with a dormant alien gene mixed into their DNA. There's a chemical compound that activates this gene, giving them unnatural abilities. [ She says it all so simply, with a matter-of-fact air that speaks to just how many times she's given this same explanation over the years. ] We call ourselves Inhumans. My power gives me the ability to sense and manipulate vibrations.
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You know what? She's too tired and in too much pain for secrets. And what good are they here anyway? None of them have been able to leave this place and who knows how long they'll have before the fog or a rabid squirrel shows up to kill them all. ]
On my Earth, there exists a small percentage of the population with a dormant alien gene mixed into their DNA. There's a chemical compound that activates this gene, giving them unnatural abilities. [ She says it all so simply, with a matter-of-fact air that speaks to just how many times she's given this same explanation over the years. ] We call ourselves Inhumans. My power gives me the ability to sense and manipulate vibrations.