As she'd met eyes with the young woman who'd been trying to kill the man, Pruina had reached out to bring her hand a breath away from the male's injury, and a frost had formed over where the bullet had entered, the blood freezing over and completely coming to a stop. As she breathes out, her breath was white, frosted, and even colder than the air around them in the catacombs. Her own skin was as gray as the dead woman's, parts of it had a cracked look, almost as if she'd literally broken, before being put back together again. The gold no longer glowed brightly as she gazed upon the man as he stuttered out a thank you for what she'd done. No response leaves her lips, and she stares at him with a look as dead as the woman standing there, to now be forever frozen.<br/><br/>Pruina stays quiet when the man turns to leave, hearing his offer for her to follow him if she so wished. And, with steps as silent as the grave, she takes after him, not having missed the masked fear in his voice. There was no doubt he was scared, of her mostly. No doubt he'd thought her dead when he had found her there, propped up against a large stone cross at the end of the underground catacombs. Why wouldn't he think her deceased? It was the only logical thought of finding someone in a tomb.<br/><br/>The longer she was awake, the colder it had gotten in the underground, until not only the walls but the floor and ceiling were covered in a sheer layer of ice, the iron holders for the torches, and most of those had nearly gone out, the tiniest of flames still hanging on to life, burning weakly. It wasn't long until they leave the catacombs behind, a frosty underground with temperatures now dropped down below freezing. Any who went back down wouldn't last ten minutes in the harsh cold she'd left behind.<br/><br/>Following him into an empty room, the door closed behind so it was just herself and the man, she stands there quietly. Staring still at him, not blinking, and appearing to not be breathing either. She was so still she looked like a statue, just like the one she was standing next to at the moment. Sunlight filtered through the window, but she stayed clear of it, hiding in the shadows of the curtains. When he yelled out, surprised that his clothes had even been frozen to him, she just looks at him, not reacting at the sound of another speaking to him, asking if everything was okay. The voice comes again, asking a question, and the man answers, before turning to Pruina again.<br/><br/>Asking her if what she'd done made the spot that was frozen dead. For a moment, it seemed like she wasn't going to answer, but after a moment passes, she does. Her voice was quiet, but not hard to understand, and had an odd accent to it, unrecognizable. "I could kill all of you if you want." She raises her hand, and the air around it shimmered, the temperature in the room beginning to drop, just like in the catacombs. If he was unhappy that her attempt at keeping him from bleeding out had the consequence of a small portion of his skin dying, then maybe he was happier of completely dead. She didn't think to explain to him that once the skin thawed out fresh, newly living skin would be underneath.<br/><br/>As the room got colder, frost forming upon the surfaces all around, the window becoming covered completely, and the cold substance now creeping up the man's skin, she looked at him. A breath from her mouth, like before, colder and entirely white, drifted from within her. "Do you want to live? Or do you want to die?" She looked at him, face void of emotion, the edges of her eyes beginning to glow, but not like they had before when she'd killed the woman.