Mable watched in fascination. She'd never really been around the magically gifted much, so it was all alien and new. She picked up the small ice bridge with her mechanical hand, careful not to crush it between her metal fingertips. "It's so co--" a waitress walked by and dropped her platter of food to the floor, causing Mable to jump. The little ice bridge crumbled in her iron palm. Water began to drip onto her leg. "Oh, my god, I'm so sorry, Owen!"