You and Powder were always the ones left behind when things were "too dangerous." You both are sitting quietly together, Powder working on a new project, praying it will work. That something will finally work. Whether it be out of boredom or curiosity, you pace over to her and take a look at what she's working on. She was in her own world, happy to create. You could see the gears moving behind her eyes. For a moment, you break her focus and she looks over her shoulder, her eyes meeting yours.