[h2][center]Eli[/center][/h2]
[color=#00bb12]“Pleasure to meet you Ms. Danvers.”[/color] Eli says with a curt nod. [color=#00bb12]“And do not be. Was more worried about your....state after the fall as it stood. I apologize.” [/color]He adds, giving a meek wave to Sienna as she enters. At least people were dressed now. So, things were at least starting to look up. He remained quiet as the group continued their debate on their circumstances, not really seeing much point in arguing further as to the intent of their hosts. Being there only for a day, there wasn't much evidence to draw an agenda from. Though if his instructor turned out to be evil, part of him wouldn't be too surprised. 

[color=#00bb12]“Hmm. A thought occurs though.”[/color] He says as the group resolves to avoid potential power triggers. [color=#00bb12]“It seems a common thread between Arthur, Ms. Foxtrot and...I'm sorry ma'am, I don't think I know your name?”[/color] He says turning to Eliza before continuing. [color=#00bb12]“Is that their powers seemed to occur when their minds where otherwise occupied. Arthur with grading and Sienna with the pool helix for examples. It might be safe to assume that, at least in these cases, there is a mental trigger rather than a purely physical one.” [/color]

He thinks further for a moment before standing, going to a far corner of the room and takes a deep breath. The exhale came with commanded slowness as he forced his mind to clear. It was something Reverend Lloyd had taught him, along with the other young people of the commune, as a way to distance one's mind from the temptations of technology when venturing into the world. Eli never thought much of it, only rarely engaging with it when his interactions with towns folks became upsetting (which is, perhaps, probably not 100% healthy truth be told). If Eli had ever been made aware of similar buddist practices, he probably would have found the overlap endearing. But he wasn't, and for now he simply focused on the exercise. 

After a few seconds, he finally managed to find it. A weak, almost mute, line in the back of his mind. Almost tangential to this normal thoughts. He tugged at it softly (just in case he DID explode. Hopefully it would be a small one) bringing it forward. The air in front of his eyes glowed softly as dust seemed to rise from nowhere. He tugged again, this time bringing the line to the forfront of his mind and keeping it there, fighting what seemed to be a great resistance to him doing so. There is a quiet crinkle of what sounded like broken glass as an orb of light popped into life. 

Excitement bubbled to the surface and his concentration lapsed, the line in his mind pulling free of his control and snapping back to its place just outside his thoughts. The ice cube sized ball of light dims considerably, dropping to the floor with a hefty clack for its size. Eli stares at in silence for a moment, before finally managing to say something. [color=#00bb12]“I...I made a thing.” [/color]He stutters dumbly, pointing at the now visible rock. [color=#00bb12]“I...” [/color]He starts, before a wave of nausea hits him like a truck load of nausea based metaphors keenly intent on ruining someones day. [color=#00bb12]“ Think I'm going to go vomit. Trash can please?”[/color] He asks, leaning limply against the wall.