The jolt...didn't really do much for her, but it still made her jerk. After being thrown into a signal tower and electrocuted in the rain no less, she could take electrocution. But that never stopped it from hurting, that's for sure, and she had the weird feeling that her powers had something to do with her high tolerance of outrageous pain.

But this. This friggin' hurt. She spent so much time taking care of her nails, so much time taking care of her hands...she couldn't...he wouldn't. For a brief second, there was fear in her eyes, quickly covered with a defiant scowl but nevertheless, she felt her eyes burn from the pain.

Her breath hitched as he spoke, and moved his other foot precariously close to her good hand. She balled it into a fist. It takes her a few seconds to speak, hating herself for it, but she just couldn't...

"The Lincoln Memorial."

She still manages a glare, looking up at him with equally slitted eyes. "Happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?"