From Chapter 6, The Murder Museum

She focused her new, immense power. She placed her hand on the first goon's forehead. His form flickered. His body compressed, folding in on itself... matter reforming... In his place lay a pair of cheap, fuzzy pink handcuffs.

She turned to the second man. She touched his temple. He, too, melted and reformed, his suit, bones, and flesh becoming a bright orange-and-green toy water pistol.

"Much better," Hanavari approved.