[ it's ... familiar. the internal sense of something feeling off is something that's always come to her for as long as she's had her powers, and she finds herself surprised that she hadn't been the one to catch it first on her own. really, just the idea of pricking her finger in the first place would be completely nonsensical.

but there's something even further in what these wheels carry, something that makes her chest tighten uncomfortably now that she's broken out of that accidental trance. ]

Yes, I'm fine. I'm — [ she shakes her head, raising her own fingers once her hand is free to peer upon her palm, as if she might see something that isn't there. ] I usually have a better instinct about these things. I don't know what happened there. [ she raises her eyes to look at the woman again, attempting a soft smile. ] You probably saved my life. Even with a small prick like that —

[ who knows what this place might have done to her? ]