She was cold, so cold... She should have been going numb from the cold...but cold did was let her feel more. She could feel the body holding her, as warm as it was cold and more. She could feel something else in him, something she could feel from the metal just not as strong... but it was in this man, this boy that held her. And it was in the gun.
Oh god, the gun. She could feel the gun and knew it was the gun, could feel it clicking away and it had to have been her. She was a freak, a horrible mutant freak and she had hurt someone. WITH A GUN.
She didn't want to feel the gun anymore, she wanted it to stop clicking, stop threatening to fire at the man still huddled under the ice below it. If she could just stop feeling the gun, she could deal with the other things, the people, the hot dog cart, everything else.
She willed the gun to leave her alone, to just... go away... drop to the ground... stop moving.
Lorna sighed, body relaxing as the gun fell to the ground... then the trash cans, then the officer's other metalic items... a slowly widening circle of magnetism that dissapated, released by whatever had been holding it.