Blazestone reclines slightly in her chair, casually flipping a small flame between her fingers as she speaks.

“I am very independent. She gestures outward with a small puff of fire for emphasis. I don’t need helicopters. I don’t need airplanes. I can heat the air underneath me and lift right up.”

She leans forward with a smirk, folding her arms. “And I don’t have equipment—the flames come straight out of me. What a waste, some Superheroes have equipment, and I think that’s just a waste. You have to maintain it all the time. I just have my Super suit, and that’s about it.”

Shrugs nonchalantly. “I like my independence, you know? The NSA knows that I’m very independent. And… a team, you know… surrounding, you know, they do look after me, which is good and everything.”

Her tone shifts, getting defensive, eyes narrowing slightly. “You know, they always have to keep an eye on me, and—I mean, I don’t know why. I mean, I only light a couple things on fire that I shouldn’t light on fire!”

She throws up her hands in mock frustration, sparks flying briefly. “I mean, it’s not my fault. It is very hard to, you know, keep everything under wraps. Sometimes, my temper… you know, I can get a little bit hot-headed—but not much!”

She flares up a small flame and then extinguishes it with a snap. “I mean, when I think about things that kind of anger me just a little bit, you know… and then BOOM!

Mimics a large explosion with hand gestures. “The building lights on fire, then the hills light on fire, and then I’m like, ‘Okay…’ And then Frozone has to come along and, you know, cool everything down.

Rolls her eyes dramatically. And then I have to be grateful and say, ‘Oh, thank you, Frozone. I really appreciate it.’”

She scoffs, flame flickering at her fingertips again. “But you know, he’s just—he’s really annoying and he thinks he’s all that.”

Sits up, more assertive now. “I do enjoy being independent, you know? They recognize that. And I love my powers. I don’t have to carry any equipment on me, and I really enjoy that.”