[Astrid waves her hand while she works on a rather large bite of hot dog. Gastrointestinal distress can be future Astrid's problem.]

Oh, no, our powers were just really hard to manage back then.

[She gestures to the large black mark on her face, and the corresponding messed-up eye.]

We could use 'em well enough in the Void, but not out in real space. We were put into a kind of... waking sleep? It's hard to explain. The Dream. I don't blame her... it wasn't just ourselves we hurt.