SOMEONE SAW. Cornelia wonders if she'll ever get some kind of power that lets her melt into the floor. People are getting powers, nothing says she can't. Slowly, she raises her eyes - oh hey a fellow Haibane this could be worse - and flutters those wings once.

"Wing problems. Very, very much." Slowly, she rights herself, looking the jar over. This jam jar seems intact, thankfully.