"Well, Miss Lycoris. I might as well explain what I just did to your liquor in your hand." Ghiaccio said, a snowy white figure forming to his right. It was Ghiaccio's psychological manifestion, White Album. Currently it did not have its skates and instead looked down at the Asari. "I used my stand, a psychological and emotional 'guardian' of sorts to freeze your liquor. It is what my stand does. It will not attack you, merely because I am it and it is me."