Don't Call It A Gift

Noriko was at work--a fairly nondescript coffeeshop in the city--and while it had mostly been safe among the ever-turbulent tide of anti-mutant sentiment, this afternoon was apparently when her luck decided to run out. Normally she didn't use her powers openly while there, though the gauntlets she wore weren't exactly un-noticeable. But someone had asked her to light the candles that lit the reading area, and she'd done so as easily as she could, via a little spark of electricity between her fingertips.

The following shouts about her being a mutant were getting louder as she backed up against the nearest wall.