"Most metahumans do not have that power." Goodnight tells Melisa. "The infected can take essence for themselves, and some humans have pacted with spirits for the same power, but those are few and far between. We simply have not evolved the power to replenish our own essence and thus stave off our natural end."
To Solo, Goodnight breathes, "She's beautiful." Its not a lie. There is something incredibly vital about Tammi, about both of them in that small, endlessly repeating moment on the e-paper. She glances sharply at Solo, then tells him, "Bad move, hotshot. What if you died down here? Would she know what happened to you? Why you'd gone? Or would she think you just another deadbeat, one who took off with some cute piece of ass and didn't even have the decency to say goodbye, or worse, would sit and wait for you forever with her life on hold?" Goodnight pats his shoulder again, the gesture taking a little of the sting out of her words and her tone is sweet and sincerely repentant as she lowers her gaze. "I'm sorry, Solo. You didn't deserve that. But have you thought of how your death on a job might affect her? If you can't tell her about your day job- and I get why you can't, I do- then you need to take steps to at least give her closure if you don't come home."
Goodnight turns away from Solo for a moment to "look" at Melisa and asks the pretty spirit, "Have you tried explaining to him why its a bad idea to step out on his girlfriend with a spirit?" Then she gives a wry little laugh and asks, "Or is that one of those metahuman things that's beyond your concern as a spirit?"
She decides to let them ponder for a moment as Nitro decides to employ his ability to mangle the Queen's English. Goodnight blinks theatrically, seeing if her "obvious" puzzlement as she parses his words can draw a smile from the heavily armed rigger and take his attention from solo's insubstantial companion. After a second or two, she nods and tells him, "Yes, this is pretty much just for show. Usually there's a ballistic overlay that goes with it, but Natasha needed it more. I can heal from bullet wounds if I'm quick, and anything that would simply kill me outright wouldn't benefit from a little more spidersilk mesh." She glances down at her suit- which becomes hazy and translucent for the blink of an eye, reverting to opaque so fast that someone with boosted senses wouldn't be sure they'd seen it- then back up at Nitro with an urchin's grin and asks, "Besides, who would shoot this work of art?"
Then she laughs roguishly and tosses her snowy hair. "Usually if I'm going into a situation where I might have to get shot at I'll wear my Ace of Cups, but I am confident in my ability to keep myself from getting killed even without it. Appearances aside, this is not my first time." Her casual tone implies that being shot is something that is not exactly uncommon, and her small smile seems to add that it is neither unexpected nor entirely unwelcomed, either.
