(Abra's phone is on a tripod. The video shows her standing in front of a pile of useless items, (ie alien junk from shops that no one needs). She's in a room that no one uses and where she can't cause damage to the station, far from any apartments or other living spaces.)
I've tried to stop that clown, have stopped him from hurting a couple kids through the door but it's not enough. It's never enough.
(A growing anger enters her voice as she speaks.)
I need to practice. There's going to be loud noises and the floor may shake near (room and floor number). I'm going to be destroying stuff with my mind.
(As she finishes her sentence, the items behind her began to float up in the air. She turns her head, looking at them. One of the objects, an uncomfortable looking alien chair, smashes against the wall with enough force to break. Then an particularly ugly table explodes. She looks at the camera again and the anger has faded.)
Like that. If you want to come talk to me, see what I can do, donate some junk, let me know first for safety reasons.