Trick pressed his fingertips together as he listened. He grinned, raising his eyebrows. "Exactly," he said. "Nothing is impossible if you want it bad enough." He hopped to his feet and walked past her, towards a workbench that some metal cube and a bunch of tools. He dug through a drawer before pulling out a simple silver band. "But why take a pill when you could have something that could be turned off and on?" He asked, rhetorically. "Hold out you wrist."