[And Ochako is pressed against the shed door, not at all trusting these little terrors to not be able to somehow wrangle or try to pull the door open with their combined strength. Hey, small in stature means nothing if they have literally thousands all working together to pull open a door together.]

I...might. [Ochako chews her lip a little, and her eyes squeeze shut in frustration. Of all times, it had to be now.] My magic is elemental, but I barely have a grasp on it - it's extremely volatile each time I've used it, and it leaves me nearly incapacitated, too. A gust of wind could turn into a tornado, or something completely different...or not work at all.

[She could try, but she's...afraid. Afraid that something bad could happen, and someone could get hurt. She doesn't actually want to hurt the pixies, either, just get them to go away.]