Oh, that. [Ali opens her mouth to explain, but the corners of her mouth turn up instead to form a beaming smile. Throwing up a hand, she uses the high decibel gunshots from only moments before to provide Kevin with a momentary light show to accompany his burst of song, laughing at his terrible rendition.]

Far as I've been able to tell it works like this: I hear a sound, I convert it, store it, save it for a rainy day. Basics. I can't convert and store every sound I hear--and god, who would want to with some of the crap that's out there--so most of the time I let stuff slide off the surface. [She shrugs, thumbing at his gun.] If something's too loud, then I pick up the juice, absorb just enough that my eardrums don't rupture and I can still hear it when I'm whistlin' dixie.