The tension in the room was immense and Morra's quip did nothing to diffuse the situation. Rather it put everyone more on edge as they were one twitch away from detonating.
Morra tilted her head as she turned to Kurt with a faint, almost disappointed huff. "Hmph. Tough crowd, I see." She observed mildly.
Emma's eyebrow shot up at the casual way she spoke to Kurt, like they were old drinking buddies instead of whatever the hell this was.
Then a hunter at the back of the room made a decision nobody had asked him to make as a blast left his hand in panic before anyone could stop it, aimed straight at Morra's face.
It crossed half the room and then stopped, hanging frozen in the air six inches from her nose, its colour draining to black as it simply ceased to be a threat.
Morra looked at it. Then past it. "I might be diminished," she said pleasantly, "but I'm not that diminished."
