Aemi pressed the flats of her hands against the glass door of her cell. She wasn't hoping to do much, except maybe convince someone else to come rescue her. So it completely shocked the poor girl when the glass started.... rippling. Around her hands, the glass was flowing away slowly, like molasses. "Ummm.... Okay then?" She pressed her whole body against it, and pushed on it for several minutes before stumbling very confusedly into the hallway, dripping liquid glass. It was cool to the touch on her skin, so it was hardly a thermal power. Hmm.... "hey, hey, don't forget me!" she called quietly to the people just down the hall. And then she realized she was actually talking to people. Talking. To people. She bit her tongue to keep from saying more.