I dried off, put on my contacts, combed my dripping-wet hair into place, and stepped back into my slippers to navigate through the sea of glass shards and head back to my bedroom to dress.

Y’know, considering that every window in the building is broken, it’s probably a good thing Shatterbird hit in late spring rather than, like, the winter. And that Brockton Bay is explicitly a relatively warm place.

My TV, laptop and phone were all useless.  There was no way to get information on recent events.  I couldn’t call the others, couldn’t check the news for details on the events of the past night, couldn’t even know if I’d managed to save anyone when I’d been waking them and leaving messages.

Once again, Shatterbird’s versatility shows: She deals considerable damage to both people and property, she puts communications out of order, she flies or at least hovers, she breaks tons of equipment that could be used against her or the other Fellowship members, she obscures vision (through sandstorms), makes it risky to cross ground without being careful by covering it with glass, she creates obstructions (like the glass walls she put up against Hookwolf), and so on. It’s a really good power as long as you’re fine with and/or want collateral damage.

And apparently she’s not the only one who has it, either. Let’s not forget that tidbit.

I was left to expect the worst, and it soured my already iffy mood.

Yeeeah… the mood has been quite tangibly sour so far, even though nothing had really been said about it until this point. Good writing.