[Carter sticks out his lower lip. Fire, chemicals, the human body. That's small? Huh.]

Hate to see the Big Science then.

[He furrows his brow at his admission. Manipulate shadows. He's had his fair share of shadows in this place.]

As in you could make my shadow annoy the hell out of me Peter Pan style? Or as in, say, stopping strange vicious shadow entities that roam the city at night and tear people apart? Because the latter would be so helpful.

[Hypothetically.

Maybe not so hypothetically.]