‘Like the constellation?’‘That’s right,’ Penny said, feeling a little deflated. The cop did not seem to be really taking this with the sense of grandeur she felt it needed.Dannon noted down the name in the little boxes on the form, in block capitals. ‘Primary power?’‘Uh, I’m strong.’Dannon looked at her. ‘Really. How strong?’‘Uh, well I can bench press about sixteen-hundred pounds.’‘Right…’‘I’ve never really pushed it.’‘That’s just a bench press.’‘Uh-huh. I know I can stop a knife too. Maybe more, but again I’ve never pushed it.’‘I see.’ Dannon frowned and then started making notes.‘And I can fly. Not, like, supersonic, but at a reasonable speed.’‘Okay… You’re a little old for a mutant…’Penny ignored the term; as far as she knew, ‘mutant’ was not the sanctioned term for someone who developed their powers naturally, even if it was the common name. It still had a hint of insult about it; some mutants considered it akin to referring an African-American by ‘the N-word’ and considering that Dannon was an African-American Penny thought he should know better.‘I was… Well, I think I was hit by a meteorite.’‘Huh,’ he grunted.
