“It’s called cortical blindness, Ms. Jones.” The voice sounded tinny. “It is often temporary–”
Relief washed over her, but then he kept talking.
“–but in your case, considering how your cranial trauma results from not only from the baseball bat, but also the powers you exhibighzzzzzzzzshhhhhhhhhk–*”
She listened to the loudspeaker fall to the floor in a broken clatter, while wiping the blood off her face with the back of her hand, then faced the gurgling mess still on the floor.
She crouched next to it. “You’re probably more valuable to him alive. You wanna capitalize on that with me?”