He might not be the best source of comfort, but it was better than nothing. That was also what Pete was telling himself something along the same lines, as well. It was good to get back to normal and to treat this as just another day at the office. Having that very British stiff upper lip to rely upon in times such as this, was a very, very good thing.
"Smashing. There's rules." That was a huge relief. He wasn't going to wake up one morning as slack-jawed Cave Pete with a unibrow, a few rungs further down on the evolutionary ladder. "I don't think you're the only one with any powers, so you can speak of it as much as you'd like, really. I mean, I've got this...."
Pete held up one hand like he was going to do a magic trick and show her there was nothing up his sleeve, but instead that hand began to radiate and glow with heat. He raised one finger and a blade of super-heated plasma formed off the tip. It was flicked away, off to one side, where it puttered out harmlessly, without burning anything.