"Probability manipulation?" I asked him, "Enhanced luck?"
He shook his head, "No. Just the opposite, Skitter. I control destinies. I decide outcomes."
"That still sounds like probability manipulation to me," I said.
Tattletale leaned forward, to look past Grue and face me, "No. Well, it is, but only in the biggest, bluntest sense. But I can vouch that he's telling the truth, vague as it is."
"When I asked what his powers were, at the meeting, you said you didn't know," I accused her.
"No," she shook her head, "I said I couldn't say. Which is true. One of the contingencies for my getting to be part of the Undersiders and get the funding he offered was that I would keep the details a secret, and I've got to do that until he says otherwise, sorry."
Coil placed his elbows on the armrests and steepled his fingers in front of his mouth, or where his mouth would be if his mask showed any part of his face. "I feel that keeping potential enemies in the dark is a necessity. To those ends, rather than risk having her as an enemy, I sought out your Tattletale and hired her, with enough incentive to keep her loyal and silent on the matter."