Xaviers!

Sam gives Tosh a weird look.

"Should we... talk later?"

Siberia smiles, "Fair enough. Any more questions from you two before she's dealt with?"

"Oh but what's this? Does the boy full of science and logic know something? Are you scared to see her potential realized in me?" She makes a flourish with her hand and quickly raises both of them to show them (or, well, Siberia) that she's not attacking anybody. In one of them she's suddenly holding a rotting fish, bits of sand and black water still seeming to cling to it like she'd plucked it from the shore of that devastated beach. "Nightmares are real to the dreamer." she exclaims with maybe a bit too much of a smile as she holds the awful smelling fish out to the three of them.

"I'm not you. I'll never be you."

"Don't you get it? You tried that already. They didn't bloody buy it."

"Of course not. But you yourself showed them who you are instead. Or do you think the Washer and the Battle Crow have disappeared because you pretend they aren't still within? I'm just showing him that the Fae do not care for what he considers possible or not." She pulls the fish back since no one seems interested in taking it. Not that she really expected them to. Instead she takes a bite out of it. "Or does the theurgy need the bread alongside the fish to be palatable?" she smirks while chewing her disgusting meal.

Tosh just scoffed at the disgusting parlor trick. "Is creating a dead fish supposed to convince me magic is real? You're a polymorph who can also create mental illusions. Nothing you can show us can be trusted."

"What a thick little boy. But you'll show them one day, dear Sisters. When the Phantom Queen grows too strong to be denied." she smirks conspiratorially at Sam.

"Enough," Siberia says, the lines on her arms glowing brightly along with her eyes as she flexes her power. The temperature around Cailleach drops suddenly, skipping more than a few temperature bands on the way down. The metal around Cailleach protests at the temperature stress. Ice layers on, covering her rapidly. The end result is Cailleach preserved in cryo.

Cailleach's smirk literally freezes on her lips as she seems to just accept her fate of being flash-frozen, her features distorting into fractured aspects as ice crawls over her skin like a protective coat. Her eyes are still open underneath the frost, staring out from underneath the ice.

Sam looks like she was about to offer some protest to what her doppelganger was saying, but is cut off by the abruptness of what the admiral did. She blinks in shock.

"You... you just..."

"Dealt with someone who *killed* at least a dozen of my soldiers. Soldiers I've fought with and who are not replaceable. And let's not forget what she was prepared to do to us." More ice was added and the block sprouted legs, becoming mobile as it waited for further commands from Siberia.

Perhaps if Tosh had first met Cailleach as a person and not a Cronenbergian horror trying to eat his face, he would be more horrified by the possible execution he just witnessed. As it was, he stood there with a blank expression, unable to articulate a reason to object.

"I... I'm not saying she was a saint, I just..."

She exhales slowly.

"I need some time."

"Take it, both of you, you've earned it," Siberia says, "I'll have this taken care of."

"I can't wait to get home," Tosh thought with a mental sigh.

"...aye," Sam's mental 'voice' trails off as she trudges back up towards the flight deck.