The restroom was small and smelled like standing water and old tile grout, but it was quiet and it was closed and right now that was enough.
I stood with my back against the wall, breathing steadily, letting my body work through what I'd spent. Maribel stood a few feet away, watching me with an expression she wasn't quite managing to keep neutral.
"Does it really take that much out of you?" She asked.
"What did you think was happening?" I said. "I'm pushing gusts of compressed wind strong enough to tear through flesh and deflect bullets. That doesn't come from nowhere."
"I know, I saw it, believe me, it's not something you just watch and forget." She crossed her arms, leaning slightly against the opposite wall. "But you're strong. I assumed..."
