Mayt was surprised, and backed away from the ice bear, putting his hands up. "Whoa... That's... Pretty scary... And yeah, not a big fan of bombing birds." He smiled somewhat, and moves closer once the bear was dismissed. "But is the declaring what you're doing necessary? Kinda gives away what your doing and leaves time to prepare." He reaches forwards and gently takes her hand, and a sudden hot pain shoots through the center of it, then disperses, no actual damage done. "Something you don't see coming is much more effective than something you do." He gently rubs her hand with his other, giving her a slight apologetic look that his demonstration hurt. "I didn't do any permanent damage, but you probably have a first degree burn now." He drains the heat from the area he just burned, trying to treat the injury without any sort of medicine.

After a moment of gently treating Sasha's hand, Mayt looked up to her face, it now being less than a foot from hers. "I was asking about your memory because you could potentially make keys and such. Or lock picks, or anything of that nature. No offence meant, but you'd be a great burglar. All you have to do is get a key once, then when you come to the lock you just make a version out of ice, plug it in before it melts, and it would work. You're a walking skeleton key." He gives her a meek, semi-apologetic look. "Of course, you probably don't particularly want to burgle people's houses, which I understand. But your memory and ice ability could be used to mimic all kinds of useful, small items."