It's got to be something in the air that makes everyone here an idiot.

The fiery cloak dies away, and Aly accepts the help, looking more worn out than someone might expect. That Human Torch impression did take a lot of power, and she's not exactly able to draw from her usual source.

"You guys got her?" she wheezes, and when she gets the affirmation, she returns a thumbs-up and braces her hands on her thighs.