[Like she'll answer that! There's no way Iona can make her arm settle down and the glamour finally fades away. She curses under her breath at firs,t but then, she instead turns to Michael, her eyes lighting up with an idea.]
Michael! Can you handle freezing one, maybe two minutes? I'm gonna nab that urn.
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Michael! Can you handle freezing one, maybe two minutes? I'm gonna nab that urn.