“Okay I don't want to interrupt this adult moment” the mystery teen girl spoke up. “But a human finger?? What did you even do with it?”

Carolyne laughed, the sound loud and grating to Nisha’s headache after the pleasant (if a bit awkward) silence.

“We didn’t really know what to do with it, so Finley put it in a jar with some rubbing alcohol we found.” Finley nodded, confirming the fact.

Nisha straightened a bit to look at the two women, both of whom had expressions so proud Nisha could have sworn they were receiving the Nobel peace prize or something.

“I couldn’t really control it so, that answered some questions about the extent of my powers too!” Carolyne said with a nod, her mood lightening noticeably. 

The tall woman gave Kendra a concerned glance.

“That’s…...so-” she started, clasping her hands together and choosing her words carefully, diplomatically.

“-COOL!” The teen girl finished for her, jumping up. As soon as she was airborne she disappeared, only to appear less than a second later in front of Finley; excitedly weaving her body around Finey’s slightly taller one (likely looking for the damn finger). The teleportation made everyone in the room (save Kendra and her strange companions) flinch again, and Nisha wondered if she would ever get used to this. Probably not.

“Kira!” The tall woman exclaimed. She threw her hands in the air, all exasperation and the sound of something very familiar with these kinds of situations. “You really couldn’t have just walked two feet over? That was too hard?”

“It's not my fault God birthed me with cool shit!” Kira replied, not even looking over to the woman, her attention entirely on Finley as something (presumably the finger) was pulled out of her handbag.

“Language!” Kendra reprimanded, but it was lost on the girl and she knew it.

“You know I teach, er, taught high school students.” Alex said, moving a little closer to Kendra and leaning in. “So I understand your pain.”

“No you don’t.” Kendra responded promptly, her mouth putting into a smile at the end. “You had to deal with multiple Kira’s for hours every day, your pain was far worse.” Alex chuckled, nodding is head, a gesture of 'you got that right'.

Finley let out a little ‘tada!’ Triumphantly as she held a small jar on the palm of her right hand, her left hand supporting the lid. There sure was a human finger alright just sitting there in all its dismembered glory. The amount of enthusiasm Carolyne, Finley, and Kira were showing was morbid. It did remind Nisha of a time in primary school though, when one classmate accidentally killed a bird and her entire class crowded around it to poke at its corpse.

Something from the finger was……..pulling at her, and without really recognizing the movements her legs decided to take, Nisha was out of the chair and walking towards the finger in its jar. She stopped next to Finley and Carolyne, her hand ghosting half a millimeter above the jar’s lid.

Finley glanced at her, blue eyes wide with apprehension, but calculated and measured apprehension. As soon as Nisha’s fingers were close to the jar, her hands starting collecting the green fog again, this time a transparent and light green— Nisha’s fingers looked fine through it. No bones at all.

Seeing her body’s reaction to the finger, Nisha had an idea. Experimentally she twitched her fingers, wiggling them a bit. Immediately as her fingers started squirming, the finger in the jar squirmed as well, the movement of both bodies synced. The room fell silent as Nisha continued her test. She bent the tip of her index finger down, the unknown finger’s tip bent. She tapped her index finger against her thumb, the jar finger tapped at the glass bottom. She twirled her finger around in a circle (like a conductor trying to get the flutists in the back to concentrate), as before the other finger spun in a circle-- floating in its alcohol bath.

Finley was the first to speak up, and when Nisha raised her brown eyes to the other woman’s blue, Finley’s expression was determined and sure.

“I think I have an idea on how your powers might work.”