Harry flinches a little at the heat coming from the demontrap, bringing up unwelcome memories of his hand burning away to little more than bone and charred flesh. And when it's all said and done, he holds it up between two fingers like a dead rat. "Anyone want a Sealed-Evil-In-A-Can?"

Clark has no time for thoughts or words, quickly flying the chunk of ledge back to solid ground and wishing there were no passengers so he could simply drop it. He sets it down, gently, and speeds to April's side, reaching out to her physically and over the bond, hoping that she's okay. "Ed," he calls, holding onto the last shred of self-control to wait for the earth to be removed.