Deirdre simply glared from where she'd returned to her seat. What she could do, or rather, what the Snow Queen could do, would be of no help to any of them. She might be able to fill the police station with snow, but they'd still be locked in.
"I do not 'turn into' anything." And surprisingly agreeing with Joss, lowering her voice at Anya, her words clipped. "And as I already have more than enough voices in my head, it would be appreciated if you kept yours out."