"I was referring more to that thing you did with making that flower grow and bloom. That was really amazing," John insists, stepping forward though he looks a tiny bit apologetic for making her startle like that. He doesn't know if she comes from a place where she needs to keep her powers a secret like he does. John spent much of his life seeing his own powers as a weapon (he was taught that, survival and Jedikiah's words in his ear ringing through), but what she just did? She encouraged something to grow, to live. It's not the powers themselves that make a person good or bad (make them a destructive or a beneficial force). It's what they do with them. "I've never seen anything like it."

Though he doesn't know what she is thinking, he lifts up a hand to pull an empty glass from the bar into his palm for her plant before he sets it down beside the dirt and shattered pieces. It's not that he uses his powers lightly in front of just anyone (in the lair where everyone has the same powers, it's instinct, it's part of all of them), but he wants to put her at ease if he can.

John has powers of his own.