[ There's a quick flash of guilt — she'd gone into the dressing room to avoid raining on others — but it's not her fault, or under her control. She's quick to forgive herself and sigh, for a moment sounding almost comedically put upon. ]

That started happening in the last two weeks. Each of the code-born is tied to an element. Mine's water.

[ She pulls her hood a little further forward. ]

Sorry. You'll probably figure yours out... if it's fire, we should get you an extinguisher.

[ #helpful ]