Mrs. Saito raised her hands slowly, her expression more annoyed than frightened. The only other customer—an old man browsing magazines—did the same.
I stayed in the tea aisle, partially hidden by a display of chips. The robber hadn't seen me yet, his attention focused on the register.
"Open it!" he yelled at Mrs. Saito. "Now!"
I set my basket down silently. Evaluated my options.
Option one: Do nothing. Let him take the money and leave. No one gets hurt. The cops handle it.
Option two: Intervene. Risk getting shot. Risk others getting shot. Risk exposing my abilities in public.
Option three: Use my abilities subtly. Neutralize the threat without revealing anything too unusual.
