She was telling him to get a sense of humor. This being the girl who'd just called him an asshole and a dick for trying to make light of the situation, like, five minutes ago. Noah decided then and there to take whatever she said with a grain of salt. The smallest grain of salt. He ignored her comments and moved himself to the side of the stairs as the girl moved toward him.
Her hand reached out - and when he realized she was going to touch him again, Noah ducked his shoulder low enough so that she missed. He wasn't going to play that game. Wherever she'd meant to shove him or however she meant to shock him, he was having none of it.
Instead, he'd do what he'd come over to do: attempt to help get the lights back on if he could, then go home and read and smoke in his room. He followed the blonde's hands to the fuse box. He opened the tiny metal door and peered in, squinting in the darkness. He popped back in those that had blown (not fully), but nothing seemed to happen. He sighed. "Unless your powers also lend you the ability to understand electricity as well as conduct it, I think we're going to have to call someone."