[Five minutes later she's sitting with her back against the wall, the gun on the ground beside her with her hands clasped in front of her and eyes closed, whispering Hail Marys in an attempt to calm herself down.
It's not working, really, but it's better than running around like a headless chicken.
When Clark comes back she startles a little, scrambling to her feet so she can look at what he brought back. She's cycling through solutions and dismissing them within seconds, not sure if she can actually manage any of them without accidentally killing herself.]
It looks like an amino acid, but I can't... I don't know how to do this. I've never altered neurochemistry at this level.
[Only one person at home knows what she can do, but hiding doesn't seem to matter here.]
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It's not working, really, but it's better than running around like a headless chicken.
When Clark comes back she startles a little, scrambling to her feet so she can look at what he brought back. She's cycling through solutions and dismissing them within seconds, not sure if she can actually manage any of them without accidentally killing herself.]
It looks like an amino acid, but I can't... I don't know how to do this. I've never altered neurochemistry at this level.
[Only one person at home knows what she can do, but hiding doesn't seem to matter here.]