Medic stared at Spy for a good minute. The woman had already shed her jacket and begun rolling up her sleeve cuff. Spy stared back the whole time.
"Why?"
"I want a cool power too!"
It was Medic that started laughing first, soon all three of them were off, Spy's cackling laugh counteracting the slightly quieter others. Eventually, Spy wiped a stray tear of mirth from the corner of her eye and stopped cackling.
"No, I'm serious. If Engie's got one an' that Medic could get one, I want one too." She sat herself down in the chair that Engineer had been seated on while Medic sighed to herself and Engineer left to make a backup of his new self for respawn.
Medic laughed at Spy's childish nature and helped strap Spy into the chair, both of them fighting back insane grins. Spy looked away from the needle, the one bad part of it; she though, was the needle. Oh, and the pain too. A trained Spy (albeit a loose definition of spy), she was able to fight back the urge to scream, knowing full well it wouldn't alleviate the burning pain now spreading through her body. It settled in her fingertips and hands as a continuous electrical charge that slowly grew less and less painful, although by the end she could still feel the shocks run through her fingertips occasionally.
"How ah you?" Medic asked curiously, hovering, unwilling to touch Spy after the 'incident' with Engineer.
Spy flexed her fingers. "I'm...alright. I think." She ran a hand through her hair and when she pulled it away, Medic broke into uncontrollable laughter.
Spy's hair was very much attached to her hand and when Medic reached out to touch it, she jerked back.
"Static." She said, rubbing her hand, still giggling as Spy ran her hands around her head, her hair standing out on end.
"So, electricity?" She rubbed her hands together and the light bulb in the centre of the shattered. "Awesome."
