The blindfold thing was a dare. Kits had arrived unwillingly on an unfamiliar world as usual, and had landed smack in the middle of a citywide battle, cheek scraping pavement. She’d picked a side, helped the scrappy band of superpowered humans win their territory back from beastly creatures, and earned friends and bruises along the way. After cauterizing wounds to save lives and flash-heating a metal garbage can of highly flammable debris until it ignited to light the night, Kits reclined on the sidewalk and stared up at the stars. She was so spun around she couldn’t reorient herself. Maybe this was a different galaxy or something. Wouldn’t be surprising.

Really should be used to this by now.

“And here I thought the beasts were the weirdest thing I’d ever see,” said a guy with brown cowlicked hair who could turn invisible. He sat with his hands outstretched toward the fire. He was one of the ones Kits had saved from bleeding out. She’d gotten to him while he was still invisible, in the nick of time. “Then poof, there you were. Must be how people feel when I turn visible again. That other power of yours is freaky though. Lucky you’re on our side.”

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“No problem.” Kits flopped her wrist dismissively. “You fed me. And I only have the one ability. The appearing act was cuz of a dragonfly.”

“Just the temperature thing, then?”

“Basically. But it’s super useful if you’re clever.”

“Wit over might.” He smiled. “I can get behind that. Besides combat and cauterizing, how else do you use it?”

“Thermal awareness comes in handy.”

“Like heat signatures?”

Kits nodded.

“Explains how you found me before I bled out.” He contemplated. “How sensitive is it? Your thermal awareness?”

“Pretty good.”

“Bet you’re a good scavenger.”

“Even blindfolded.”