"I don't know, I've never been shocked by more than a bad outlet." Electricity predated the twenties, but he's not sure when wall sockets entered the picture. It doesn't seem important, stretching his fingers when Credence does, matching him tip to tip as they lift away and meet again--as far as his prescience can take him here. Half-seconds ahead, hardly even a party trick.

Watching anyway, he leaves it to Credence to pull his hand away or not, and there is no flicker of what he might decide. It's there and gone, so small he isn't even sure of it happening until after. "I'm glad you're all still here. I'm glad someone was with you."