[In the grand scheme of things, she has to say that super powers really aren't that separated from time travel, or how the serum she's perfected affects the body. But it's still strange. Slightly inconceivable to think that the human form could mutate or evolve beyond the limited capabilities it has now. Jones leans her cheek into a knuckle, brows pinching together; subtly re-configuring her attitude towards anyone else who might appear.

But, for now: at last, the barest hint of a smile. ] Abilities suited to causing the most trouble possible, then. [Is that slightly cynical? Maybe.] If you would not mind, we could use fresh eyes on why this is happening.

[And, sitting back up straight,] My team is stumped and I fear, stretching themselves thin. Perhaps you might see something we cannot. [She won't say mystical, but you know. Maybe. ]