<span style="color: #BFFF00">"Well, I can say I've been experiencing some changes after a strange series of dreams I've had a few months ago. They ended when I made a pact with whatever presence that I'd been having conversations with during them. But as far as I know they were just dreams. But I can list a few of the changes I've been experiencing. Most of it's been things like I've been able to move and react faster than before, and my eyesight and hearing, and my other senses have become sharper. I guess the whole frost thing is just another item to add to that list."</span>He explained as he dug around in his bag and began loading fresh rounds into the fifty round drum he had been using before you and he met. He quickly became deep in thought, his hands loading the magazine on autopilot for several minutes.<br/><br/>One he was finished he slipped the drum back into it's pocket and took the non-chilled bottle of vodka. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">I'm gonna test a theory, and see if i can replicate what I did before."</span>He said and backed off a few extra meters just in case his attempt went completely wrong. For a few moments, nothing happened, and then his suspicions and precautions proved to be well thought. His entire right arm and hand became encased in half a centimeter of ice, including the bottle of vodka.<span style="color: #BFFF00">"Чертова сука, сука блять!"</span>He swore under his breath before he flexed his arm and hand, breaking the thin layering of ice and frost. The shards of ice clattered to the floor, sounding almost like glass.<br/><br/>He stood for a moment, brushing and pulling any excess ice off of his arm.<span style="color: #BFFF00">"Well, now I know I can do that at will. Kind of neat actually, if i can figure out ow to control it, it'd be pretty useful for our situation. I could likely freeze-dry food so it lasts longer as well as for other applications. What do you think of it?"</span>