Christine lets out a tiny yelp — more of surprise than pain — before taking a step back.

"Look who's talking," she retorts, but the tone shows she's not angry about it. She draws herself up straight and tall before releasing a breath to calm herself. Holding up her hands, she looks them over before facing her palms towards each other. A short arc of lightning passes between her hands as she focuses.

"I can at least do that, but I need to make the unintentional energy stop."