Yeah... she probably could.
Next thing she knew, she was on the roof top, crouching. It had lasted a second, but she could feel the drain of energy her power had triggered in her stomach.
Lee rose, staring at the world at her feet. Up here, the wind was more vivid, without being strong. She was standing on top of the skene, with the stage and tiers in font of her, the climbing wall rumbling and spitting lava behind her, the canoe lake at her right and the hills and forest at the horizon.
The daughter of Hermes let a wild smile spread her lips. The height got her blood racing. Up here, she could even feel the radiowaves much better than on ground level...
A gust of wind tore at her dark green top. It was open behind her, showing most of her back and thus the tattoo that was now spinning and pulsing with her elevated pulse, black against her reddish-brown skin.