"They're not very large," she said doubtfully. She tried flexing one closer to her face, and then stopped because the three/four wingstroke made her list alarmingly. "I don't think the number of them matters."

It was magic. She just knew it. Here she'd been squinting and looking away and trying to ignore the face that she was surrounded by people who broke every law of physics just by existing, and...and...and she got magic wings. Stuck on her.

She tried slowing her beats, feeling for the air currents. She spread out her arms and legs, trying to detect the wind with her fingertips - not easy, with the miniature hurricane affixed to her back.

And taking off the plantsuit would probably get someone annoyed with her.