Mason spots his chance, and abandons the current batch of transmutations to run forward and grab the gun. Sometimes skinnier arms come in handy, like reaching into tight spaces. His eyes flicker as he takes in the composition of it, before turning it to talcum powder.
Then he runs back to a few yards away as fast as he can, before trying to finish canning up the Atlantean again.
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