“No difference. Worse if anything,” he said. She nodded, and he rubbed his chin, thinking.
Yeah, that’s 17.3% worse for you.
Time was running out. She fidgeted.
“I need some candy, please.”
“No, pet,” Coil said, “I need you focused. What-”
Dinah seems to think the candy makes her more clear-headed, which sounds backwards, but seems believable that she might think while under its effects.
Then again, maybe she’s right. The interaction between drugs and a thinker power could have odd results.
She interrupted him, which always she tried to avoid doing, but she was feeling desperate. “Please. I’ve been using my power a lot. I’m going to get a bad headache, and then I won’t be useful to you.”
She knows how to appeal to this man who cares about her only for how useful she is.
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