Stephanie got up and started picking up pieces of plate and bits of bad Thai food off the table and the floor around her- if she wasn't in love with having her faults pointed out to her, she truly hated being ordered around. But she was too tired to be able to do anything with any real dexterity.

It was a weird fact of her powers that a sharp bit of plate was less likely to cut her if it was blasted at her at high speeds than if she was simply brushing against it. It took all of ten seconds of trying to gather up plate fragments for her to cut herself.

She whispered a curse under her breath and then just stared at it for a moment.

I can't even clean up a simple mess. What the fuck am I trying to save the world for?

"..." She looked like she wanted to say something, but didn't. There was abject humiliation written on her face.