Sniffing derisively, she steps into the room and surveys the wreckage. It's an absolute disaster in here, and she can see where he's tried to put some things to rights, the tools a dead giveaway. Frowning as she moves through the wreckage she, not for the first time, laments the lack of her powers.

"If only I could just...blow all this junk away," she groans. "This is going to take weeks to repair at best."

Hands on hips, she turns around and gives him a weak smile.

"How's the rest of the house? Better or worse?"