Speaking of the devil, "Enjoying yourself?" Wilding asks, from across the room, as she saunters in. "I was wondering if you could look at my weapon, I think the energy core in it is leaking, or something," she says, not paying any more attention to what's going on under the table, as she approaches, carrying her spear. He'll see that almost half of it is covered in frost, which it probably shouldn't be doing.