He smiles, because she's alive. She's alive and for the best he can tell right now, she's going to survive this mostly intact. The charge must've been low, the psychic projections eating up most of the city's energy.

He releases her wrist and takes her hand instead.

"I have a feeling from here on out most of them will be," he says.

The shed doesn't look large, but he doesn't expect that it's as it seems, either.