"Well, it's not like you ever would have complained about being burned," she points out, amused at his choice of words, but noting that even the metaphorical burning probably doesn't bother Mick too much, either. He's got thick skin, as far as she's seen. "Congrats on getting a permanent one, though. I don't think I've met him - is that just his name, or is he ... you know." She holds up a hand to show off a little flourish of flurries, wondering if she's not the only cryokinetic on board anymore.
She takes a few moments, too - and there's something about this that doesn't feel all that bad, all told, standing here and watching the fire burning. The heat's as big and bright as the fire itself, and she can practically feel it soaking into her skin, recharging her power, energizing her. She feels ... alive as crazy as that sounds. It's like integrating with Killer Frost has given her a whole new kind of need, one that's just as necessary as hunger or thirst. She's hesitant to just end it, but it calls out to her - probably the same way that other things call out to Mick to be burned.
With a hand extended towards the flame, she steps in closer, slow, but really not that careful; with her hand just inches from it she closes her eyes and pulls all of that delicious heat in - it looks for all the world like she's blasting it with cold, but that isn't the way it works - and she leaves the kindling looking cold and dead, frozen solid in a thick sheet of ice. She turns back to Mick with a big, broad grin, looking much more like Frost than Caitlin in that moment. "That was perfect," she says, a little breathlessly. "Let's do it again."
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"Well, it's not like you ever would have complained about being burned," she points out, amused at his choice of words, but noting that even the metaphorical burning probably doesn't bother Mick too much, either. He's got thick skin, as far as she's seen. "Congrats on getting a permanent one, though. I don't think I've met him - is that just his name, or is he ... you know." She holds up a hand to show off a little flourish of flurries, wondering if she's not the only cryokinetic on board anymore.
She takes a few moments, too - and there's something about this that doesn't feel all that bad, all told, standing here and watching the fire burning. The heat's as big and bright as the fire itself, and she can practically feel it soaking into her skin, recharging her power, energizing her. She feels ... alive as crazy as that sounds. It's like integrating with Killer Frost has given her a whole new kind of need, one that's just as necessary as hunger or thirst. She's hesitant to just end it, but it calls out to her - probably the same way that other things call out to Mick to be burned.
With a hand extended towards the flame, she steps in closer, slow, but really not that careful; with her hand just inches from it she closes her eyes and pulls all of that delicious heat in - it looks for all the world like she's blasting it with cold, but that isn't the way it works - and she leaves the kindling looking cold and dead, frozen solid in a thick sheet of ice. She turns back to Mick with a big, broad grin, looking much more like Frost than Caitlin in that moment. "That was perfect," she says, a little breathlessly. "Let's do it again."