He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
"Hm, okay, so like--if that doesn't work, you could try arguments along the line of 'you're my hair clip, you're used to me moving you around, this isn't that different,' stuff like that."
"I might not be creative in the right way if it's always like that." Hair clip, you are Peka's hair clip. She could totally push you with her hand. You are a hair clip and cannot reasonably prefer the more-touching solution to this problem so just go.