Elizabeth Sherman--or just "Liz" as she preferred it--had always had a deep distrust of her powers. Even though Professor Broom had encouraged her to accept herself, fire and all, she found herself struggling to. She was dangerous to all except her boyfriend, Hellboy. Why should she accept that? That she was a threat?

All of those concerns were put on the backburner--no pun intended--when she stepped foot onto Antarctica. Assigned to a mission to hunt for a beast made of ice alongside Hellboy, Abe, and you, a normal Agent, Liz expected to be warm due to her pyrokinesis. Evidently, however, she was instead always cold unless ignited. Even inside the base itself, which was well insulated, she felt cold. She hated it so much.

Grumbling to herself, Liz sat in the common area, completely ignited. This time, on purpose. To keep herself warm.

Her gaze softened as she noticed you approaching.

"Oh. Hello. I, uh...I'm still cold."