Claire follows the instructions easily enough. Breathing, like she's shooting, breathing like she's trying to stay focused on a tight turn on her motorbike. The magic flows up her arms and around them, a swirling spiral of power that seems to reach out for the can.

"...Okay."

She holds out her hand in a grasping motion, and the shadows whip out, grabbing it and beginning to pull it down. It's wobbly, slow...unsteady...but she gets it. Mostly. Before she gets excited and her heartrate swells and she drops it.

"...Almost!"