Acute is the keen edge of a scalpel in a nightmare she can't escape. It's awareness, intelligence, condition and pain. Acute is too many things, but she remembers it's also an angle.

Obtuse is a world that can't speak her language - too busy listening to hear. It's dull, insensitive, blunt and indifferent as it steals her mind, but she knows it's also an angle.

Reflex is a gun. It's quick, thoughtless, necessary and real, and she comprehends it's also an angle.

Three dead men bleed math as she smiles. "No power in the 'verse can stop me."