Iris snorted. "Dead people can't decide what happens to their bodies," She stated simply, holstering her revolver. She entered a few keys on her left forearm, and her armor was seemingly warped away into itself, leaving Iris in plain, black clothing; a jacket and sweatpants. She walked up to her sister, resting her warmer left hand on Elizabeth's cold cheek. As cold as ice. Her thumb trailed across Elizabeth's cheekbone, while her olive colored eyes scrutinized her sister. She eventually turning away, her hand leaving Liz while her gaze refocused on Gideon's lifeless body. "Can it... move?" Iris asked, crouching down and examining the frozen body.