Ask Diamond Girl if the neutralizing compound has caused any unexpected side effects to her powers

You look at Diamond Girl's towering crystalline form, noting the subtle pulsations beneath her surface that weren't present before. Something about her seems different—more intense, more vibrant. The rainbow refractions dancing across the lab equipment as she moves seem brighter somehow.

"Did the neutralizing compound have any unexpected side effects on your powers?" you ask, your scientific curiosity piqued. "You seem... different."

Diamond Girl pauses her pacing, her glowing blue eyes fixing on you with an intensity that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. For a moment, she seems to debate with herself, weighing how much to reveal.

"Interesting you'd notice that," she finally says, her velvet-steel voice carrying a note of surprise. "I didn't want to mention it until I was certain."

She extends one crystalline hand, examining it as the lab lights fracture through her fingers into a kaleidoscope of colors. "The compound didn't just protect me from your chemical weapon. It... enhanced me."

She moves closer, and you feel the temperature rise around you, her diamond body radiating heat like a furnace. "My telepathic range has expanded significantly. I was picking up thoughts from nearly 500 feet away at Willow Lane. That's almost twice my normal range."

Diamond Girl's crystalline features form what approximates a thoughtful frown. "Those speakers they installed—the ones based on your research—they affected me. Not like your device did in the van, but enough that I felt it. Disorienting, for just a moment."

She taps one diamond finger against her temple, the sound like crystal striking crystal. "But then something happened. It was as if your compound adapted, reinforced my molecular structure. I recovered almost instantly."

She begins to pace again, each step leaving microscopic fractures in the linoleum floor. "There's something else. The transformation process itself—it was different this time. More intense. Almost... pleasurable."

The way she says the last word sends a shiver down your spine, despite the heat radiating from her form.

"Usually, changing forms is painful—like being torn apart and reassembled molecule by molecule. But this morning, when I transformed in the apartment..." She pauses, searching for words. "It was like every nerve ending was simultaneously stimulated. Overwhelming, but not unpleasant."

She stops directly before you, towering over your human form, her diamond structure pulsing with internal light that seems to throb in time with what would be a heartbeat if she had one in this state.

"What did you put in that compound, Sam?" she asks, her glowing eyes narrowing. "This isn't just protection. You've somehow amplified everything about me."

You open your mouth to respond, but she cuts you off with a raised diamond hand. "Wait."

Her head snaps toward the laboratory door, her entire body tensing like a predator sensing prey. "Someone's coming. Two people. About thirty feet down the hall and approaching."

She focuses, her crystalline brow furrowing with concentration. "Campus security. Routine patrol. They're not looking for us specifically, but they're checking all the labs."

Diamond Girl looks back to you, decision made in an instant. "Hide me."

Before you can ask how exactly you're supposed to hide a six-foot-tall living diamond woman, she shimmers before your eyes. In seconds, her magnificent crystal form contracts and transforms, leaving Lina—human, ****, and completely naked—standing before you.

"Clothes," she whispers urgently, her eyes wide with sudden alarm. "I need clothes. Now."