Try to call for help

With the room unoccupied, Daisy ran over to the controls, only to find them unresponsive. The plane’s heading was locked.

She put the radio headset on and tried to key the mic.

She only got a loud blast of feedback.

She did the one thing left and adjusted the plane’s transponder, the one thing not locked, to alert anyone looking the plane had been hijacked.

Meanwhile:

“So grandma is an alien from another galaxy, her entire species is telekinetic, and my… our… inhuman power is to duplicate the powers of others?” Scott asked after Lily had given him the reader’s digest version of thier history.

“A complex side effect of all that is we’re immune to mind control” she said “immunize to outside influences we don’t want.”

“How does that help”

“It will allow us to catch that red cloud. We just need bait”

“What does that mean.”

“Open your pants and let me give you a handjob.”

“What?”

“It’s attracted to the emotional engery given off by interpersonal relationships… I make you cum and it should come running…”