Dimitri managed to squirm back into his seated position and place the lid over his cookies just before the bars locked in place. He laughed with childlike glee as he watched Zaheer spring about, greatly amused by the antics of the wild spirited newcomer. With one last chuckle Dimitri decided to humor Zaheer's power inquiry by holding up his hand. As he couldn't exactly turn around with the safety bar holding him in place Dimitri resorted to sitting up as far as he could and turning his head to at least try and look at Zaheer, "[color=8882be]I like to think my powers are pretty cool. Take a look for yourself.[/color]". At first nothing happened, however after about three seconds Dimitri's hands began to take on a glitter like quality as the sound that could best be described as ceramic tiles rubbing together filled the air. The glittering effect on Dimitri's hand was soon replaced by an outcropping of silvery patches that continued to expand as his pours pumped out more and more of the metallic substance. For a moment his hand looked to be covered in wet paint that threatened to slid off of his hand and onto the floor, however the substance solidified without so much as a single drop running off of Dimitri's body. 

Dimitri was careful to leave the joints on each finger metal free to ensure movement, giving his hand the appearance of a skin tight armored glove that shined in the light of the morning sun. He uncurled his fist, the action accompanied this time by the slightly more refined sound of smooth metal sheets rubbing together. "[color=8882be]So what do you think?[/color]", Dimitri asked as he turned his hand this way and that to give Zaheer a full view, "[color=8882be]Pretty neat, yeah?[/color]".