"Yes ma'am." The sooner he's done embarrassing himself, the better. He wishes he had Dolemeck's ability to pick up small things with ease; what he thought was wonderful to watch yesterday just makes him feel inadequate now. It doesn't make sense. Someone with the physical muscles to pick up something heavy can pick up something small, so why can't he?

He keeps rubbing at his arms, absentmindedly. "I'm sorry I keep making such a mess, ma'am. I'm trying my best."

If only his best was less... well, destructive. And this, he noted, is why he would never ever use his powers with other people anywhere around.