[this is. not the conversation she thought she'd be having, but only because, well. truthfully she's not totally sure how it works. she waves the makeshift torch closer, still conscious of how hot it's burning and how little she wants some charbroiled long pork right now.]

I mean, uh. I guess I think about what element I want to use and then it's there? [she falters just a little considering it.] I feel like... maybe the blood knows what I want because it's part of me? Or something. I'm no crypto-phlebotomist.

Actually, I think I have to tell it when I don't want it to be lightning. [which gets its own sort of consideration from her.] I think it's most comfortable being electricity.