[She thinks, with a flicker of chagrin, about almost killing Erik with telepathy when she was Vulcan: she has honed her will in the absence of any direct way to manifest it in the world, except by dint of more mundane effort and endurance, and whenever she gets powers, she has a tendency to overdo it. So. Just make the air cooler. She closes her eyes, empties her lungs of air she doesn't need, and focuses on that cold well in her rib cage. The potential for ice. She is cold, she is controlled, and the world will match her. Out through her skin, in a rough mid-size sphere. It goes cold. She does not allow for any other possibility.]