“I’m Angela,” she said, withdrawing her hand.
“Oh, you speak German?” Greta asked.
“Huh?” Angela said. “No, I don’t.”
“But you just did,” Greta said.
“What are you talking about?” Angela said. “I….”
She trailed off. She counted to ten, listening carefully to the words coming out of her mouth. Sure enough, they were German. She counted down to zero in English.
“Are… you okay?” Greta asked in German.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Angela replied in the same tongue. “I guess I can absorb languages.”
“I’m confused,” Greta said.
“Sorry,” Angela said. “I have this… ability. When I looked into your eyes, I took in a bunch of your memories and also apparently your fluency in German.”
“That’s a very unique talent,” Greta said. “I actually have one, too.”
She took the empty beer bottle from Angela’s hand and placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch. Leaning forward, Greta took a deep breath and sang a long, high note. A crack formed along the surface of the bottle.
Every conversation in the room spontaneously stopped, all eyes turning toward Greta. Angela felt a surge of confidence and decided to give it a try. She sang the same note, off-key, and held it for a few seconds. The bottle shattered. Angela clasped her hand over her mouth.
“Oh God,” she said. “I’m so sorry. I’ll clean this up.”
She grabbed a napkin from the coffee table and started sweeping shards of glass into it. Greta touched her arm and took the napkin away.
“Don’t worry about it,” Greta said. “That was quite impressive. It took me years to learn that kind of control.”
“I guess I absorbed all your practice, too,” Angela said.
The crowd parted and Genesis stepped through.
“Damn, girl,” she said. “I walk away for five minutes and you’ve already got yourself a new superpower. Hey Greta, how’s it going?”