His body changed to suit his new abilities, his nails were now long and sharp, perfect to draining a target of blood. He looked more muscular than his usual thin frame, though he wasn't fuсking Fist of the North Star jacked. Ghiaccio opened his eyes and looked at Irina, his vision was much more clearer than it ever was and thus he didn't need the glasses. He took off the red framed glasses and crushed them like one would do with a piece of paper and tossed them on the wheelchair. He picked out the shards of glass that got stuck in his hand, the wounds healed up rather quickly as well. "This...is....perfect." He said, looking down at the wheelchair.