"Really bad," Lucy says, looking at her hands. "I -- my power is to inspire people. You know, like a muse. I snap my fingers or touch somebody, and suddenly they get a brilliant idea of some sort. Problem is, I can't control what they come up with. . .and if I don't use it at least once a day, it starts building up inside of me. When they put me in solitary, I got a massive build-up of energy. So big, in fact, that when they finally let me back out, it all pretty much exploded out of me."

She swallows. "One of the guys I inspired was a recovering pyromaniac."