Callie looks between Ishaq and Robert for a moment, raising an eyebrow at the implication of the former.  “I did say that I’ve got attacking capabilities too.”  She picks up her copy of the briefing notes, holding them up to the other two; with her other hand she plucks Charter out of the air and, with a moment’s focus, forms and then dismisses a tiny portal with either end inside the corner of the sheets, trifurcating it in an instant.  Callie grins.  “Specifically surgical, silent attacking capabilities.  Charter’s portals can cut through anything – walls, barricades, equipment – so long as I know where it is and what it looks like.  Against enemy personnel, meanwhile…”  She turns to the commanding officer again.  “If we have any holding cells, could I see them after this?  With your permission, I’ll memorise them and drop people through – weapons disabled, obviously.”

Callie turns back to the other two.  “Beyond that – jets or sheets of ultra-pressurised water from the Marianas Trench; heat and fire from Kilauea; I can even bring in lightning from Lake Maracaibo on a good day by cutting the distance from the stormclouds there to wherever I want.  Path of least resistance.  Charter also allows me to see as far as the Earth’s curvature and the terrain allows, so I can do all of this at range or just scout.  And there’s transportation too.”  She smiles to Ishaq.  “If you want, you can focus on keeping us alive and I can handle moving us around.  You know your Arm better than I do.”