Shelley sighs, feeling a strange exhaustion overcome her. She can't tell if it's the guilt or the usual tiredness that comes from using this power she now has. "I'm so not getting in Santa's good list this year" she mutters, undoing her personal bubble. That took more time than she planned, admittedly, but unless their undoing comes in the next half minute, it should all be fine.

Shelley touches the woman's head where she was hit, winces a little once she feels blood, and carefully moves her off the chair, slowly placing her on the floor. Who knows...maybe they'll need to take a look at what she was working on, and if not, then at least this woman won't fall from her chair.

"I'm just glad I didn't have to use the wire" she says to York softly. Strangling someone with it to try to knock somebody out is really dangerous.

May as well keep it, though...you never know when you will need wiring for one reason or another, even if it may be for less than peaceful reasons.