For Bertholdt, it feels like staring into the surface of a great lake, using these powers. It's crystal clear, once he understands what he should be able to do; reaching out for it, though, is deeper than it looks at first, and his vision is distorted as he looks through it.

He's so focused on using the ability he doesn't realize he has an observer. More accurately, he doesn't realize who is observing him, with his eyes closed, so the punch his nose surprises him entirely. He yelps in pain, jerking away and coming up to cover his nose, to stop the flow of blood he worries will inevitably happen.

When he looks to see who it is, though, his heart leaps into his throat. It's her. She's not being tortured, she's not being hurt; she's here.

And she's angry, but he could care less.

"Annie," he says, his expression shocked but his voice happy. Steam bursts from between his fingers, his healing triggering now that he's not suppressing it intentionally. "Annie - you're okay -"

The irony is not missed; he knows he wasn't okay at the end.