[Great, a metahuman who can't control her powers. Just what he wanted to deal with today, on top of everything else. Sighing, he puts his gloved hand more firmly on the hilt of his gun, but doesn't draw it just yet. He'll knock her out, if he has to, but somehow he gets the feeling that threatening won't work too well right now.
And that's assuming his cold gun will even work against someone with ice powers...]
How about you just chill out for a minute and get ahold of yourself. You haven't done anything terrible.
[He's not hurt, but the ice is still creeping over his boots and that's... irritating.]
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And that's assuming his cold gun will even work against someone with ice powers...]
How about you just chill out for a minute and get ahold of yourself. You haven't done anything terrible.
[He's not hurt, but the ice is still creeping over his boots and that's... irritating.]