DAWN: “I dunno. She seemed to be okay on her own the last time I saw her, though.”

DAVID: “Really?”

DAWN: “Well, no, it’s just that she wouldn’t move at all and pink guy was coming our way. So I kind of had to, um…”

DAVID: “You left her behind?

DAWN: “Well, um… She wasn’t moving! And she was dribbling acid out of her eyes!”

DAVID: “…”

DAWN: “Alright! We’ll go get her. What’s your plan?”

DAVID: “Um…”

Wait, what is the plan? Is there a plan?

DAWN: “Actually, what does your power even do?”

> It's not that useful...