[ Tim had been dealing with handcuffs and dragons when the townhall blew up. Now, he’s lingering on the edge of the conversation with a curious expression on his face, intellectual interest and nausea.

He’s holding one of the stone dolls, examining it like a baby so as to not offend by pawing at it. Tim keeps looking from the doll, to Phos, and the hyper-realistic statues.

And then, quietly. ]

There’s at least one metahuman who can make people into statues, Phosphophyllite. It was… I don’t know what I think about it. It was a punishment for murder.

[ He holds up the doll. ]

But they weren’t turned into stone.