Edgard's eyebrows raise at Derrica's offer. Lightening? He looks at her bewildered, horrified, and maybe a flicker impressed. But if they have to go, at least that might be quick.

He stands back with Lazar with his arms folded over his chest. "Fire, lightening, flying women, whatever it is, better do it fast." He watches the boat making progress unsure of what outcome he's hoping for here.