"What's this world even turning into? This is hell."
"Has it not always been, Megawoman?"
"Oh? You're… awake?"
Riley doesn't even know why he said that. He was going to pretend to be asleep, quietly biding his time until the right moment came to extinguish his problem without drawing attention. That plan was already complicated enough, with said problem literally dangling from Megawoman's waist, and now he exposed himself.
Perhaps he should just do it, kill Mr. Saturday while he was hanging from Megawoman? Would she really feel it with the wind blasting across their bodies and faces?
And in the first place, would she actually even feel it at all? Her being able to sense his telekinetic aura was just something Riley had in his mind. This was Megawoman, after all—it was safer to assume everything.
