He let a shy smile cross his face, knowing full well what one of the next question would be.  Since they arrived on the island, their competition had turned into a sort of partnership, helping each other along now that the other's success did not mean their failure - now they were in this together and they cheered each other along.  He lowered his head as she walked over to the fragment, his mind saying her question with her.<br/><br/>He thought for a moment, knowing exactly what he did to produce his "shoot-ball of fire" he called it in his head, not yet settling on an real name.  He'd never tell her that name either.  The first time he'd been angry, but when he had found that native, it had been pure fear and adrenaline.  He realized this morning that it might be more simple, but here - with the first ad hoc test of his abilities - he'd been able to replicate the feat, thinking of one fear and one fear alone.  "I don't know exactly how I do this," he flat out lied, silver tongue working its magic, "It just sort of... happens when I need or want it to."<br/><br/>(OOC:  Sense Motive, obviously)