"Well, you've got the pointy shoes," he says, pointing to her (now bare) feet. "And the elbow thing." He tucks his fist into his palm and mimes jacking a suspect in the jaw, albeit at a much slower (okay, a writer's pace). "Please, do me a favour: just tell me you're going to use your powers for good instead of evil. But if it is evil, at least let me tag along."