Moira couldn't help but stiffen slightly when she felt her start to remove the glove - waiting, cautious, just in case the town took this moment to have her powers act up and the scarred hand would start to take her life without her intending on it. She hated not knowing if she could lose control, if the warping that she'd seen done to so many others could happen to more than just her healing abilities.

When nothing happened, though, she relaxed, and went to let her hand rest against her hip again, this time with nothing barring her from the feel of the fabric of her skirt. With her shirt no longer on, Moira felt confident in lifting her other hand, going to start to undo the buttons on Angela's blouse now, being sure to be just as slow in the process.

"Maybe it's contagious."