"Not sure what they'd use us for if not our powers. I'm a technopath; I can control any kind of technology."

"I can fly, and channel lightning and fire through my weapons. I won't use the fire against a pyrokinetic."

"I steal life-force. Usually makes them weak for a bit, and gives me a temporary, lesser version of their power." And gives her a boost - in vitality and in youth.

Bambi stays quiet, wringing her hands together.

"Maybe you could fly your way away from here. I could try and limit the bomb's range...I guess."

He grunts, but shakes his head after a moment of realizing that if he doesn't answer she might keep bothering him.

"Not much of a talker? Oh dear. You're going to find me very annoying."

He looks rather like he's contemplating if the collar will stop him from shocking her.

Technopath. She could nullify any electric shock.

Well. At least she hopes.

"Fighting among ourselves isn't productive, or liable to get us out of here," she says.

"We're not getting out of this at all."

"I'd prefer surviving to find out."

And she knows how to watch and wait. Regimes don't last forever.

Thekla thinks of her mother. 

"Yeah...yeah. Same here."

"An odd assortment of powers to make work. Can you control other's flames?" she asks Sasuke.

He shakes his head, then, slowly, "But so far I'm immune."

"Useful, probably, but I wouldn't be surprised if he could, for instance, boil your blood. Or just make the air so consistently hot your lungs fail."

Bambi flinches at the idea of those powers.

"I suppose we'll find out how he can interpret his power once we find him."

"Does your power allow you to identify other people's powers?" she asks Chara, using Revenant-slash-Emma's old name prior to her fall.

(She understands diplomacy, and getting people to like her. Makes them less inclined to get in her way.)

She's quiet for a moment, then: "Reliably, if I'm touching them. I won't get something more fine-grained than 'related to heat' at a distance, though."

"Unlikely to be useful for this, then, and if we can trick him into letting you touch him I suspect he'll have more problems than you knowing what he does."

"I don't think they'd allow subterfuge," she says, jerking her head towards the cockpit. "But that would be the plan with the fewest casualties, I suspect."

"I wonder if we could trick him...do you think he knows we're coming for him?"

"Unless he has spies, clairvoyance, or precognition, I'd assume not us specifically, but he would only need logic to assume someone is coming."

"...do you think his mother knows?"