"You do better than me at least," Elliot remarked. She had the feeling he was right. No. It was obviously more than a feeling. He already went through a lot of what she was going through, and as far as she could tell, he didn't even take stuff to help him. Elliot knew that he must be right. Even if it was only for the fact that she never lost control on a daily basis. It only seemed to happen in moments of extreme stress.
"But Smokey will be so disappointed," she commented with the sarcastic air of concern, "Telling me to go and make fires on purpose." She gave a bit of a smile, which felt kind of nice as she hadn't been doing that much that week. "I guess practicing more would help," she agreed, "If it will help keep me from hurting anyone on purpose, couldn't hurt."
She walked out the door, thankful to be out of there. Normally she liked seeing all of the artwork, but with all of the pictures moving around like they were, she had been growing a bit nauseous. Not to mention a bit freaked out. The air around her was likely a few degrees hotter than usual, but she was still keeping a decent hold on it. "Which way are we going?"