She squinted down at him as a suitcase seemed to, almost magically, fly into his hand. Really, this sort of thing shouldn't have been surprising anymore, but she couldn't help but gape for a few seconds.
"What kind of help do you need, kid?" she shouted back down, ignoring the wand comment, "I'm not doing too hot, myself, if you didn't notice."
She pulled her goggles back up to her forehead, looking around. She wasn't comfortable being close to him, not when he had...the fireworks thing which couldn't be a wand, because that would be silly.
She jumped down a story, hanging onto a ledge. Her insides seared with pain, but her endorphins were finally kicking in enough to ignore it. "I'm gonna come down now, but you make one false move, and I will knock you on your ass. Without fireworks, even."