"There isn't a comparison chart for it back home." Her arms crossed without her noticing, even though she was looking away now. "There may never be."

Except with the Shi'ar, and that was sore enough. After all, only hours ago, they had tried--and succeeded in--crashing a ship, designed to be a world level bomb, into her.

"Lets leave it at, I can do this without blinking," she held up a hand and everything behind her fences, trees, the lavatory/showers, stray cars, lifted two feet off the ground. And then settled back right where they were, no hair or root or piping out of place.

"And that if it ever comes to absolutely needing the 'more' part, you'll know about it."

Her green eyes were bright almost fiery green and serious.

"In seconds, when the time comes."