She isn't all that receptive at first. In fact, Kamala is bitterly telling herself he sounds like a fortune cookie so it super doesn't matter what he thinks. Danny actually follows through on his fortune cookie logic. The mention of K'un-Lun grabs her attention. Mystic stuff is, well, mysterious with few facts to be found even by a super fan like Kamala. There is a legend of a city in the mountain that appears every ten years that a girl into fantasy and sci-fi would have heard of. Guess what it's name is? It's a gamble, but she's guessing now that saying was meant to be a nudge.
"I'm from Jersey City." A reflex at this point. You can't not rep your city. That's all the delay she gives. Danny's advice, fortune cookie or not, is solid. If he can help her reclaim something of who she was it'll be worth it. If nothing else her roommate is terrifying back up against all creeps. She is not getting that impression from Danny though.
"I guess a long time ago an alien race called the Kree tried to turn human beings into weapons. They were kind of big on tampering with genetics. Something happened and they just left their experiments on Earth along with what they needed to... activate them." Kamala grimaces. Medusa never gave her the whole story, but despite all appearances she's a bright girl. She's filled in the blanks. She's positive she's right about this: Inhumans were always meant to be weapons. That's their genetic legacy.
"My ancestors were one of the people experimented on and due to a crazy accident I got exposed to the stuff that turned on the stuff they put inside of us along with a lot of other people." This is the point where she stops sweeping. "It made me powerful... like Hulk powerful. Or Ant-Man. Or Wolverine. Or... I've got a lot of superpowers is what I'm trying to say." She's losing focus. Kamala quickly clarifies. "I didn't go crazy or anything. I just used it to protect people from all the crazy stuff that started showing up afterward. I mean I'd be kind of a jerk if I got all this power and let some psycho kidnap and experiment on kids, right? Long story, but I won so don't worry about the story ending in dead kids. My point is something is blocking me from accessing that power. That's why it's complicated and I'm kind of insecure about it."
Kamala finally stops to breathe, but only long enough to have enough oxygen tack this on: "Oh and sorry for taking my stuff out on you. I shouldn't be rude when you're clearly trying to help."
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"I'm from Jersey City." A reflex at this point. You can't not rep your city. That's all the delay she gives. Danny's advice, fortune cookie or not, is solid. If he can help her reclaim something of who she was it'll be worth it. If nothing else her roommate is terrifying back up against all creeps. She is not getting that impression from Danny though.
"I guess a long time ago an alien race called the Kree tried to turn human beings into weapons. They were kind of big on tampering with genetics. Something happened and they just left their experiments on Earth along with what they needed to... activate them." Kamala grimaces. Medusa never gave her the whole story, but despite all appearances she's a bright girl. She's filled in the blanks. She's positive she's right about this: Inhumans were always meant to be weapons. That's their genetic legacy.
"My ancestors were one of the people experimented on and due to a crazy accident I got exposed to the stuff that turned on the stuff they put inside of us along with a lot of other people." This is the point where she stops sweeping. "It made me powerful... like Hulk powerful. Or Ant-Man. Or Wolverine. Or... I've got a lot of superpowers is what I'm trying to say." She's losing focus. Kamala quickly clarifies. "I didn't go crazy or anything. I just used it to protect people from all the crazy stuff that started showing up afterward. I mean I'd be kind of a jerk if I got all this power and let some psycho kidnap and experiment on kids, right? Long story, but I won so don't worry about the story ending in dead kids. My point is something is blocking me from accessing that power. That's why it's complicated and I'm kind of insecure about it."
Kamala finally stops to breathe, but only long enough to have enough oxygen tack this on: "Oh and sorry for taking my stuff out on you. I shouldn't be rude when you're clearly trying to help."