Iris walks down the street, attempting to project sound from her mind into existence. She stuffs her hands in her pockets, scrunches up her face, and tries to project the tune from her head. After another block, she stops and sighs. That's another ability scratched. She's gotta have something other than Harold's given ability. She just has to find it first. She takes a deep breath and runs the rest of the way to Harold's Toppers, trying for superspeed.
She enters the establishment, panting, straightens her jacket, and flicks her long, blond hair out of her face. She notices someone sitting down, and takes the seat beside them. "Hey Cris. It's not superspeed or sound projection, either," she says dejectedly. She shouts to Harold, "Any new jobs come in?"