Everything was hitting her wrong today. The tarot had no answers for Emma; no matter how many times she threw the cards, she got nothing. When the cards failed, she'd tried meditation, but she couldn't grasp even the first (and easiest) Askani form. And she kept... doing things. Magicky things.

The fireballs wouldn't have been so bad, if she had any real control over them. If she'd been at home, she'd have gone down to the powers range and blasted the hell out of things for awhile. That felt like a really good idea about now. But this was the inn. No blast range around. There was a quiet spot she liked for meditation sometimes, not too far away, but where she could probably be alone. She could see it in her mind. Yeah. She'd go there. She just needed to –

A swirl of indigo smoke, and suddenly Emma was there, teleported to the exact spot she'd been thinking to visit. Whoa. Before she could wrap her head around being a teleporter –  which was cool, but still not the powers she wanted to have – she heard a crash, and turned to see Bucky a ways off, and a tree he'd just... punched?

"You too?" she called out.