"Weeeell..." Now that she thought about it, as her fingers ran over the strings of the guitar, the air growing light yet heavy all at once, as if swaying under the force of a sort of sorcery taking hold:

"I'm not particularly strong, I suppose, and I face such large, aggressive things on a typical basis back home or whatever world I'm in. Tieflings are hunted constantly, but my trick is that they have to reach me first. Thus... control magic.

...Left."

She played a chord, and it was like a large unseen hand took hold of the table just behind her and threw it entirely up and over to her left hand side.

"Or I'll scream, and that's the end of anything that finally manages to reach me. But I can't demonstrate that now, because I always like being near you, Papyrus."