It's the air. It's like something - someone? - has sucked all the air from the little veil of atmosphere that surrounds him, and replaced it with ice. Not the sharp, burning, steel-in-the-air tasting ice. Just ice.

It's how the command feels. It mutes all the background noise for a second. Short. Enough.

"Nobody," blurts Kell before he gets a grip of himself, all of his usual defences going up that one moment too late. "A kid. A clumsy kid, that's all. If you think he did it on purpose, then don't. He wouldn't be able to sabotage a tin can if he tried."