Noah let his foot ease off the man's back. Carl looked wildly between the Emissary and the pyrokinetic. He made his decision, scrambling to his feet and setting off in a limping run that wasn't nearly fast enough. The cold, dark eyes of the other locked onto hers, drinking in the possibilities. He must have liked what he saw there, because he smiled, truly, genuinely.
Holding up a finger - wait - Noah stepped forward, attention shifting to the running man. The gate to exit the yard was up ahead, a symbolic offer of salvation and safety through a winding path of damaged cars. Carl didn't even notice when the bottoms of his pant legs caught aflame. Not at first. Even when the heat began to creep up, growing, he didn't stop running. Not until he was fully engulfed did Carl collapse and fall face forward, to the ground.
Noah leaned back against the Reliant, near the gaping maw of the driver's side. "Can you give me more power?" he asked, eyes shining even as the energy dipped out of him, and he had to hold himself up with two hands on either side of the frame. "Because if you want an inferno, that's what I need."