Before he could say 'Alchemy is a science, not magic,' the young woman took off her glove and displayed her abilities. Wide-eyed and speechless, Ed gazes at the frost condensing in her hand, then form itself into the shape of a rose. He stumbles back when she taps her foot, caught completely off guard. He slips on the now icy floor and lands on his rump. He's more flabbergasted than hurt. Major General Armstrong suddenly had a contender for her title of 'Ice Queen.'

He picks himself up, his breath condensing and forming little puffs from the cold. He scrutinizes her. There's no sign of any transmutation circle anywhere. Even if there were, there was no light like there would have been if she had transmuted something. It wasn't alchemy, that much he was sure. But he was a skeptic to the core. He was not about to accept magic.

Still, upon his closer look, he noticed that her breath wasn't showing like his. He was intrigued. Still in the mindset that magic could not exist, he wanted to investigate and find out the secret to her incredibly elaborate and convincing trick. "Ok, ok. That was...pretty good."