She didn't say anything immediately.
He'd expected a reaction — not anger necessarily, but something. Instead she looked at the city for a moment with the expression she brought to information that was revising her model of something significant. Not performing the processing. Actually doing it.
"Copies how," she said.
He told her. Skills first — the mechanism, the prolonged exposure, the way the Usurper absorbed technique through proximity and observation. The Silver Fang's secondary skills. The Internal Pulse. He'd been developing those since Senna without anyone knowing because the skill copying was quiet, internal, nothing the person being copied would ever feel.
Then the Authority copying.
