Contessa v Shamrock

Shamrock's own face was covered in blood from nose to chin, and her efforts to administer the tracheotomy were limited as the fingers of one hand were bent at awkward angles.

"The woman in the suit," Faultline said, dropping to Spitfire's side.  She noted the slime.  Gregor's.  And Gregor had been burned with Spitfire's breath?  "Power thief?"

Shamrock let Faultline take over, positioning the clear plastic tube that was sticking into the hole in Spitfire's throat.  She had to spit blood out of her mouth before speaking, "No.  I don't know.  She came in here and took us apart in twenty seconds.  We didn't touch her."

[...]

Shamrock spat blood onto the floor.  She tried to stand and failed, put one hand to her leg.
- Interlude 18 (Donation Bonus #4)

Shamrock
"Luck" via telekinesis and precognition.

Elle felt the almost imperceptible influence of Shamrock's power.  The woman was a telekinetic and clairvoyant on the smallest of scales, capable of making small changes and knowing how to use them to make big things happen.

-Interlude 11c (Anniversary Bonus)

She slid down the pole, up until the moment Trainwreck leaped from the stage and caught the base of the pole with his shoulder.  He was built like a football player in a quadruple-thick layer of cast iron protective gear, steam billowing behind him as he tore past the stone pole like it was nothing.  It cracked in four places, and the girl dropped out of the air.

One section of the pole hit the ground in an upright position, and she landed atop it with one foot, wobbling briefly.  Controlling the angle the pole fell, she angled her fall toward a nearby wall of the maze.

[...]

There was a crack of gunfire, and I saw the momentary light of the shot to my right.  I couldn't see over the wall, but I saw Trainwreck lumbering forward, one oversized metal gauntlet raised to protect his head, the only vulnerable part of his body.  I directed some bugs to the scene, and realized that a woman with the exact same proportions as the red-haired woman was firing at Trainwreck.  She'd made it through the maze and back to the skirmish with Trainwreck so quickly?

There was a brief pause in the gunfire, then a single shot fired.  Sparks marked the ricochet between his shoulder, the back of his hand, and the armor that rose behind his head.  He dropped to one knee with a suddenness that suggested he was wounded.

[...]

Using his other hand to help balance himself, he gripped the wall in his heavy gauntlet and flung the section of wall at Faultline and the red-haired girl.  The girl turned and stepped out of the way as the wall rotated in the air, bounced between her and Faultline with mere inches gap between them, and slid back down the stairs.

[...]

To her right, the red-headed woman was striding towards Scrub.  He aimed a shot and missed by a fraction, and she didn't even flinch.  Another try, another miss.  As she got close, he let his power go haywire, and a dozen flashes erupted in close vicinity to him.  None touched her.

-Infestation 11.7

Generally immune to precognition:

"We do," Faultline said.  "But we have a friend, she's got a bit of precognitive talent.  Enough that it should clear us of any schemes the Simurgh is pulling."

[...]

Shamrock spat blood onto the floor.  She tried to stand and failed, put one hand to her leg.  "Nothing I could see."

"A thinker power.  Precognition?  No, that wouldn't work with your power.  Fuck!"

- Interlude 18 (Donation Bonus #4)