That sounds very... alarming. More than alarming. Worrying.

It's impossible to hide her look of discomfort and fear as she stews over the knowledge she now knows, trying to imagine what sort of powers would be here and what they wanted exactly.

Would it be for the good of everyone? For the few? For their chosen? How will they go about it?

"... Now I can't help but wonder how I could give a hand even if I see the whole picture then," she wonders aloud, genuinely wanting to be involved. That way she knows the people she cares for are safe but-- What exactly? She's a ghost. There's not much she can do but make someone's coffee stale and ruin someone's attempts to download a video. "I'm sorry if I sound like a Debbie Downer but it is something that concerns me. A little butterfly could maybe stop a tornado but it'll get ripped in the process."

Is there much one person can do compared to powers and events they can't stop at all?