I don't know. I mean, her world seems... really crazy. [ ... ] She told me she turned her apartment into a weapon once? Like. The whole thing, so she didn't have an apartment anymore.
No, I think it'd have to be like— all the liquid would just kind of turn to metal and freeze in place mid-splash or something? So you could get sliced by a margarita. Which I guess would at least be a hell of a story for the obituary.