"Huh." Daniel blinks. A storm. Okay, a bit on the unconventional side, but not unheard of. And what isn't unconventional these days? Apparently not power-dispensing storms or spaciotemporal relocation, that's for sure. "I can't imagine that'd be very easy for you. You probably get everyone asking you to give them this power or take away that one."

And here Daniel is, up until about a minute ago prepared to ask the same thing.

He shuts his eyes, takes off his glasses, and rubs at the bridge of his nose, immediately contrite.

"God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to - if it's easier on you, I can hang on to this one. Really, it's, it's a minor inconvenience at the worst."