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As Ion explained, Evelyn felt herself understanding what he meant. Actually, it felt odd being a bit wrong, but that was always a risk with her powers. Deduction did not always account for human emotions. His perceptions of time, his concepts of goals and abilities had a different direction that suddenly made his appreciate make sense. "To you, the real gift is time. Everything is possible with effort, but you are forced to make choices what is most important when you have a limited amount of time. But, that is what I felt was so great about being set back to this age! The chance to make choices again and if I help, we can study, and you won't waste as much time. And we already figured out a lot about your powers." she felt optimistic.

She did not argue further when he insisted on making another fulgurite. This one came out as a spiral, and she was once again in awe. "It's amazing! Heck, if you ever needed cash you could sell these little things! I never thought electricity would make such amazing art pieces..." She took her gift with reverence. She was still afraid she would break it, but no longer wanted to miss the opportunity to have one.

"How did you get this one to change shape?" She asked, feeling that was significant. There was a substantial difference in the shape between both items. The first was more natural, while the second seemed like he had to have planned to get the results.

Evelyn was finding it harder to concentrate, but she would never admit that to Sam. Moving, throwing, avoiding behind hit. This went from an experiment to build accuracy and had morphed into an obstacle course. The flip side was that Sam had secretly hit on what she craved. Praise. Rather than looking annoyed, the compliment flipped a switch and she almost smiled. There was a little light that reached her eyes, and the next throw hit it's mark.

"Yeah, these glasses suck, by the way. I think I'm more likely to hurt myself try to see with these fancy beer goggles than if your little snowball actually hit me in the face," she managed to deflect one of the incoming balls with the sai, pairing the momentum from defense to help throw the new attack. It hit low on the target, but stuck, and was successful enough she was surprised by it. Could she do that again? She was trying to work out how to repeat the volley when her foot went into a little hill of snow.

"Eeeeeeek!" The little girlish squeak of surprise escaped as she toppled backward and landed on her bottom in the snow. Her safety goggles slid sideways, and both weapons reappeared neatly on the floor beside her. Instead of reaching for the sai, she scooped up a handful of snow and crammed it into a clunky little snowball before pitching it at him. "That was cooooold!" She protested. Forget the fact making the snowball managed to make her hands even colder. It proved a point, said what she wanted and...was that a smile? She scooped up one more handful of snow, squished it into shape and chunked this one too. A little noise escaped her throat and a cold hand went across her mouth. Was she laughing?

Oh. This...was fun. She felt a little cold from using her hands, but it hadn't mattered at the time. She hadn't used logic in those moments, hadn't listened to the echoes. She just...laughed.

You've got good perspective for seven years old.

Evelyn looked momentarily amused, and chuckled to herself. "Oh, you have no idea." anyone who spend much time listening to her powers quickly decided she was somewhere between being smart, and absolutely crazy. Maybe she was walking the line between the two. It was a fun dance. And if she did loose her mind, wouldn't that just be part of the fun?

The bottle of dye spilled and Evelyn blinked, echoes watching with fascination as the color scrubbed off. [Repelling properties inconsistent with fabric makeup.] That was...different. Evelyn squinted again, and her brow furrowed. "You don't have like, a mutation that normally repels stains, do you? Because I've cataloged the mutants here and that is not on my list of possible abilities." No, super dye repelling was not something she had seen before.

Deflecting his question was revealing in its own way. Sam saw through the efforts and even called her on it. While Evelyn may have been annoyed if another adult had done this, she took it as advice coming from Sam. He was more like her than some of the other teachers. Like Jude, she saw the little scraps of darkness and felt drawn to them like a magnet. She wanted to be with people who understood not everyone was good, and not everyone wanted to be good. Evelyn didn't want to hurt people, necessarily, but she had no false illusions that everyone deserved her assistance.

She met his gaze and shrugged her shoulders. She made no excuses for what she did, and would never apologize. "I'm sure I'll read a lot more books. They just won't always be ones I want to share with you. Unless they were on the same team, she would always keep a grain of distance. Evelyn picked her allies carefully, even as a child. She knew enough to be cautious who she really let close.

Then he hit a nerve. Kids. Evelyn frowned and turned back to him instead of facing the target. "What's the point of doing kids stuff? It's just a waste of time. If I watch an hour of television, do you know how many times I might relive that same hour? There is no limit. If I don't know how a movie is going to turn out, then why would I subject my mind to the torment not just once, but multiple times. And what else would I do? Play? No one wants to play with a girl who makes them hear voices in their head." Evelyn shot him a look and threw the sai with force, not even facing the target this time. Between the echoes and the frustration, it managed to the forehead of one of the monsters in a dead-kill shot. Her eyes were silver again, her expression dark.

"I worry because I'm not just making one choice now, I'm making it forever. If you knew any memory you had could come back to life anytime you shut your eyes, would you risk it on something stupid? It's not just remembering. It's reliving. Same day, over and over." She threw another sai and it slammed next to the first. "Repetition, repeat. Restart."

Both of them seemed to be glad they were only dealing with electricity rather than something worse. At least, they seemed to be relieved until Ion tested his abilities and broke the machine. Evelyn let out a low whistle and grinned a little devilishly. "Cool...you maxed it out. We should look into getting something stronger to measure with next time. I can chart the progress up until that point though."

She quickly finished up the notes and graphs, closing her eyes and replaying memories to make sure she didn't leave anything out. Her hand moved like she was a machine, sketching, adjusting, until she was pleased with what she created.

"Don't worry about the broken stuff. If anyone asks, you can blame me. My parents can buy them a new one," she seemed vaguely disinterested when she said that. It was one thing to be spoiled, it was another when your parents just couldn't bother to realize you were still charging credit cards because they apparently had so much money they couldn't keep track of it. "Or better yet, we can order a better one online! Although, that would require a computer."

Evelyn looked around at their supplies and drummed her fingers thoughtfully. "Are there any materials you want to try running a current through? It probably won't give much scientific data, but it could be fun. We can melt more stuff!" If he managed to do that to the electrode, what would happen with other materials? "Hey, does this mean you can make glass? That would be so cool! I mean, lightning can do it when it hits sand, maybe if you do it right you can make some. Or, you know, things might blow up. Maybe I should read more first." For once she looked like a child as she was torn between the desire to see really cool tricks with electricity, and the realization she lacked knowledge of what was actually scientifically possible.

Evelyn momentarily regretted opting out of explosives, but figured if needed maybe she could talk him into blowing something up at the end. It was hard to make logical choices, when it was much more tempting to just choose mayhem all the time. Elke would have probably chosen mayhem, but Evelyn felt she needed more training if she was really going to be helpful for any cause.

Evleyn blinked in surprise when the tables appeared and tried to ignore the explosion of echoes in her head. Spontaneous generation of objects did NOT make the logic side of her brain happy, especially when she lifted a few and found them very obviously solid. There were things you just shouldn't question, and she focused until her powers settled. She gave a couple awkward tosses and let the echoes hone in on the weapons, trying to melt her mind and her muscle memory together. With each toss, she started feeling more comfortable with the weight distribution, and was understanding how it would respond to her actions. She could get used to this quickly. As long as what she was doing was within her bodies ability, she was confident her mind could do the heavy lifting.

The targets appeared and she scanned the options. Some of them seemed a little cheesy for her taste, but she figured Sam was staying more kid friendly with her. She looked calm and calculating with a weapon in her hand, and she was quiet and studious as he made the first throw. The echoes analyzed his actions too, quickly aware he was not someone she would ever want to cross. There was no hesitation in his throws, no clumsy first attempts like she had. Only people training to cause damage acted like him.

Evelyn picked her own target, and gave her first throw. The sai were light enough she managed to hit the bottom of the target with her limited muscle strength, but it did a rather silly looking spin in the air and clattered to the floor. Rather than looking frustrated like some kids would, Evelyn seemed calm. Calculate, adjust, continue. She told herself. She took the second sai and tried again. This time, the spin had a little more control, she managed more force, and the sai lodged in the leg of one of the monsters. The room was polite enough to return the weapons for another attempt. Perhaps it was to prevent practice partners from spearing each other during practice. "You have been fighting for a very long time." Evelyn commented, picking the same spot, adjusting, throwing. A little higher, echoes clamoring helpful suggestions in her ear.

"You don't seem military. Mercenary? You're too guarded for anything that law abiding," she decided. Throw, hit, recalculate. Her eyes were voice of color as she let her echoes overrun her mind. Numbers, logic, mechanics. She wondered if Sam understood those types of feelings too.

William collected the books and Evelyn didn’t fight him. She already succeeded in showing her thirst for reading was larger than her muscle strength. With a quick detour she moved to the library and easily retrieved the books they needed: Physical Properties of Electricity, Basic Electrical Theory, and a chemistry book with a decent section on ions. There was plenty between them to start with.

Back at the chemistry classroom, Evelyn set the books on a table and helped gather their materials. Anything useful for measuring electricity, amps, volts, etc was oiled onto one counter (with assistance, of course. Some of the older equipment was heavy). Last, she set out a notebook and pen so notes could be taken. While the echoes could store information for Evelyn, William would probably want records for himself, so she would assist.

”So, maybe we should start with baselines. Like, a workout. Do you have any natural output when you aren’t actively trying to generate electricity?” she suggested, climbing up onto a tall barstool and sitting on her knees so she could reach. She looked at him expectantly, inviting him to take a direction in this experiment. She was there to observe and record, like a good scientist.