"I might be looking for something fun." She looked away as if this was SUCH an imposition. "I like seeing what I can do and your speed is something different but-"

Enis held up her palm.

"I don't want you hurting yourself." She'd seen Tommy's memory and she hadn't commented then; because she had no fucking clue how too without bringing up the fact that her father put her through exactly the same shit only for most of her life. But she'd been worried about Tommy. Enis didn't want him hurt.

He was frustratingly her friend. It was annoying. Enis disliked caring about people. It made things too complicated.