Charlie steps out of the car and watches Johns efforts, hands on her hips and eyebrows furrowed. This wasn’t working, was it? With a small wave of her hand, indicating her new acquaintance should probably step aside, she heads over to the hood of the car and holds a hand above it.

Now, typically? Charlie is hesitant to use her powers around new people. Especially without Jack around. He was still on the god damn islands in that other universe, as far as she knew, so she had no one she trusted to tell her it’ll be fine. But John wants to build a flamethrower and Charlie was interested in seeing this in action.

Obviously she’s not going to use her pyrokinesis to move the hood. That would just be stupid. But it does still spike some when her telekinesis comes into play, dancing more under her skin as if it was waiting for its turn, the hood of the car bending and lifting and finally breaking free. Charlie flings it aside with a casual flick of her wrist and, as if none of that happened at all, she leans in to look at the interior of the car.

“Anything look useful?”