Beth had to admit, she was surprised by how crazy that Chris had gone with his powers. The display in front of the bank was a veritable scene of carnage: burning cars and fiery infernos and a whole lot of screaming people. She didn't feel too comfortable with that last part: getting the innocents caught up in this brought more trouble than it was worth: Bank robberies get the local detectives in, where as murderous bank robbers called in the big guns. Now they'd have to worry about shit like the FBI and possibly some capes. 

"Shit..." the thought was enough to leave a bitter taste in Beth's mouth, and she turned to look at Chris-Fist-o before she paused. Something was moving in the doorway of the bank: A security guard had his pistol drawn and prepped. The weapon was pointed at Chris, from behind: while the fire starter bragged about the 'fun' of the situation. 

The sound of the gun shot was scary: Time seemed to slow as the bullet exited the barrel...and got no further. Ice formed around the bullet, and encased the gun, and then the entirety of the security guard's arm. Soon enough, the guard was a block of ice, frozen in a killing snarl. Beth was about to say something, when she seemed to almost collapse. The entire block of ice in front of them shattered into nothingness as Beth seemingly couldn't maintain it anymore.

"H...H'okay. That's exhausting." She felt drained by that last icy-trick. Seems like more precise stuff drained her more than the bigger, broader stuff. She tried to call upon her new icy powers again, only to find herself lacking. "...and I'm out of powers: Son of a bitch."

She looked over at Chris, no doubt affected by the fact he'd nearly been shot. "Yeah, lets not piss about anymore hotshot. We don't want to be here when the heroes hear about two super-powered bank robbers: especially ones that set a bunch of innocent people and the pigs on fire." She started to walk past Chris, moving towards the van with a sour look on her face. Losing that little taste of power already was pretty saddening. What the fuck had even caused it? 

She reached into her pocket, pulling out the blue gem from the vault. It was starting to glow again, already. [i]something to do with the box?[/i] Not sure of what was really going on, Beth pocketed the Gem, before opening the Van's back door and moving into the front seat. "So I'm gunna drive us both back to my place. We need to figure out what the fuck is going on, and I don't trust a quick-shot knucklehead like you to not get yourself caught. Any objections? Because if you have 'em, you can call 1-800-eat a dick, i'm driving."