[Shortly after the bolt strikes, she stops the scooter. The lightning doesn't startle her much. Being the sort of wizard that she is, Gnosis has experienced plenty of loud, sudden noises combined with bright lights during her studies. It does intrigue her, though, to see such an attack. Is this person one with control over weather, is she one with control over a general sort of magic, or is she something else entirely? This warrants further study, she concludes, or perhaps direct inquiry.]

A sound measure. [She doesn't sound particularly impressed, but not unimpressed either. She simply has something new to study.] I do wonder, however: did you call upon knowledge of the arcane arts, or are you gifted in a meteorological sense? What is the quantity of bolts you are able to conjure in succession? I would hypothesize that the amount is fairly sizable, given the stamina you demonstrated while running.