Athena snorts. She leans forward on the island, reaching her hands out toward the cup and humming a light note, absolutely planning to show off. She keeps her focus as much on the coffee inside the cup as she does on the cup itself, intent on keeping it from spilling everywhere as she calls it the last little distance to her fingertips.

Except it's not moving. Her focus, her instincts, the sound, they just don't connect. She can feel her Gift, it's there, but... It's like having three lines that aren't quite long enough to form a triangle.

She jerks her hands back, sitting up. She's a lot more pale than she was a moment ago. "What the fuck."