[Jane?]
Jane... pretty much fails to exist.
[Jane.]
Nothing.
Bella goes to the Janepoint, and there's a message for her on the screen, something about lost ansible connection.
Well, shit.
[Queenie, Ghosty, Slipstick?]
She has the news on in the background while she designs herself a ninja costume. She might as well look the part, since her aura insists. Her seeing-through-things power means she could cover her entire face and operate unimpeded...
[Some chucklehead's trying to take over Gotham,] she says. [I turned his nuke into a big fluffy rabbit and now he's having a tantrum.]
Bella wishes up a version of her current draft of the ninja suit. It's black, fading to gray at a few places, covers her head to toe, and generally looks like she ought to have a couple of swords on her person even though she has not included swords.
She teleports to location of the ex-nuclear rabbit, stealth on, to scope out the situation.
Queenie is the only person in the audience who is still calmly seated.
Oh dear. Pattern whips up a quick wish that will prevent anyone from getting crushed or trampled in the chaos, and then she spotlights her aura - the stadium lights turn to accommodate her - and stalks in the direction of the roaring person. "Excuse me," she says, "but what do you think you are doing?"
Super-speed is Bell standard. This Bella may not have much to boast beyond the standard, but she has that. She's not there anymore. "I asked a civil question," she says.
"You're going to develop a respiratory ailment." She doesn't really want to come out with all her powers on what is undoubtedly national television.
"That's really interesting," says Bella, "do explain yourself."
"Wow, you have an interestingly twisty brain, don't you. At any rate. There will be no nuking, is that plain?"
"Yes, I know. I'd hate for you to waste your time retrieving another one." She wanders over to the anxious fellow. "Hello there, what are you doing here?"
"Great," says Bella. "I am in search of an explanation. Please, showcase your talents."