The fire extinguisher did little except bring up an appallingly huge degree of smoke, against thousands of degrees of heat. But it surprised her enough that she had a few seconds of immobility.

Enough time, that between the slow slipping of the illusions that Insomniac had created and Brooke's demonstration of her feelings, that she returned more or less to normal. The flames disappeared.

There were two things on her mind in the immediate moment. Finding clothes and finally taking out the miserable bastard who had done this to her.

She opted, decisively for the former, turning right back around and stalking after Insomniac, who had lost almost all ability to use his powers, stumbling about blindly, increasingly frightened, because it all was turning badly for him.

He made a run for it, as fast as he possibly could.