"I...am not sure," Eleanor admits after a moment. "My father was able to demonstrate substantially similar capabilities but only my Sisters really hold things in reserve like this. It may be that I'm simply more compatible with it..."

Isn't that a thought. Eleanor does not care to be grateful to the thing nestled in her guts. She takes a bite of her passing cheese and chews it to think. "Of course, Father did purchase upgrades from the Gatherer's Gardens, and it's possible I too have had access to such refinements. It was quite a common Plasmid, my Sisters all used it. You've asked a fascinating question, Mister Jack."