She wants to be angry. She wants to find whoever is responsible for this and make them pay for it, because that's the only possible explanation as to why she's lost her powers. This doesn't just happen to sirens, someone has to be behind it. With the idea that she might no longer have her powers, that she might just be reduced to a human comes the sort of fear she hasn't felt in a long time. Her powers are what kept her going through her years in foster care, they're the only reason she escaped unscathed, and now they're gone.

But Coop has brought her ice cream. Try as she might, it's a bit difficult to hold onto her anger in the face of that and she turns to look at him, the rage bleeding out of her expression until she's looking at him and the ice cream with a vaguely disturbed frown. "Thank you," she says, reaching out to take the cone from him before she looks back out at the water briefly. If her powers are gone, if they're really gone, she won't be able to swim like she used to and it's that thought more than any other that upsets her.

"My powers are gone, Coop," she says, her voice strangely flat. It feels weird to say, leaves a cold space in the pit of her stomach. "They're just gone." Nothing can make that any better, not unless she can find the person responsible and make them pay. A little bit of rage flares up in her again and her hand tightens on the railing, her nails pressing against the metal until she's afraid one of them might snap off from the pressure.

"I mean, hi," she adds a second later. "It's good to see you." And as angry as she might be, she still means that. If she were to leave Siren Cove, there isn't many people she would miss, but he's one of them. Whenever she considers leaving, it's thinking of people like Coop that convinces her to stay for a little while longer.