Roo steps forward, light pulsing brighter at her palms.
MAYA We’re here.
SABLE (smiling) I orchestrate possibilities. You call it chaos, I call it market correction. superheroine central
Lights lower. The holograms blink off in succession, leaving the chevrons on their chests glowing faintly, like beacons in dusk. Roo steps forward, light pulsing brighter at her palms
MAYA We also teach people how to move again. Momentum’s not just physics—it’s how we get through life together. Roo steps forward
Roo raises one palm. The wavering hum of unseen forces stutters, then steadies into a soft rhythm. A woman nearly tumbles as a sidewalk pulse bends; Roo catches her with a sideways gust of static, smiling as if she’d anchored a kite.
MAYA Then we adapt. That’s the point of us being here.