[ Mako watches this very familiar display with a strange sense of kinship, because yeah: he's been doing almost the same thing, icing things over without meaning to. The ice shatters from around Yuri's fist, and Mako offers him something like a sympathetic grin. ]

Froze my tea this morning, and yesterday when I was trying to fix the lights the ladder froze underneath me. I can't find a pattern to it either, it just... happens.

[ He gets you, Yuri. It is weirdly helpful that he's not the only one struggling with this. ]

Maybe the punching's not your thing. What's an arte? That your world's version of magic?