Five won’t bother arguing semantics. He isn’t sure that any of them know the true, full scope of possibilities of Allison’s powers. It’s a tough one to test limits of, speaking things into being true. She may not be the capital-C creator of their universe, but he isn’t sure that means she couldn’t be, if she wanted it so.

“Good, I’m ready to get out of here.” Get a shower for this first time in, what is it now, two weeks? Drop in the bucket to where he’d been before The Handler had found him in the Apocalypse landscape. But still, it would be nice, since the option is there. Maybe he could find a decent cup of coffee, too.