Try to fly

You give your heels a little hop, and really hope that gravity doesn't cockblock you to Asswipe Land and back. After two seconds suspended in mid-air, you deduce that gravity ain't got shit on you.

Sophie: Hahahaa, wicked! I'm a bona fide Kryptonian. Ooh ooh, but do I have the whole package?"

Clenching your fists and drawing from your simmering inner fire, you blast out a furious inferno of lasers, which obliterate the remains of your house into a massive fiery gorge which slants downwards all the way to the Earth's mantle. This you can clearly see with your telescopically powerful vision.

By channeling your frigid inner cold, you blow a small gust of wind down the vast tunnel of magma, solidifying it completely. Fearlessly, you fly down to the bottom of the tunnel and back in a quarter of a second, utilizing your staggering super speed

Sophie: "YASS! Absolutely 100% genuine, home-grown free range Super-y goodness! Yes yes yess!"