[ ...bathroom doors don't do shit against grenades. Alex backs away from the first as fast as he humanly can; inhumanly is not an option, not if he wants to keep an attack plasmid handy. But thick splinters of wood go flying everywhere, and the bathroom's only so big, and the next couple of grenades take out the doorframe and sink, and before he quite knows when or how it happened he's

kneeling on the tiles, and his arm and his leg hurt so, so much, and his hands on the floor are in a puddle, a warm, red puddle, and there's a long animal howl of pain coming from him and

the shower, the room has a shower, he can get to the shower and turn the water on and get better and kill this bastard -

So while Sinclair's talking, Alex is crawling painfully towards the shower cubicle, and his hands have gone from icicles to flames. Winter Blast doesn't hurt you; he knows, he's been subject to it. And he wants to hurt Sinclair. ]