Tear her soul out.

In the back of your mind, you recall Djal doing this with Virginia, and you really hope that this is one of the powers he said you would have. Gritting your teeth and shutting your eyes tight, you focus your energy and bring your hands together in a loud clap. It echoes in the room, and then... silence.

Peeking out of one eye, you see the Prime Minister looking up at you with an eyebrow raised. "Prime Minister, I can explain. There was a fly and I-, Prime Minister?" You start to defend yourself, but then you notice that she's completely immobile. You wave your hand in front of her face. No reaction. Running over to the door, you poke your head out and see that her PA has the phone to their ear, mouth open like they were in the middle of speaking. "It worked!" you grin to yourself, trotting back to Nika's desk, when you realize that that might have been the easy part. "Now how do I get her soul out?"

"By having better control. Not bad, by the way. But next time, don't just freeze the building. It messes things up when the rest of the world is still moving," Djal sneers, walking up to the Prime Minister from behind you. Spinning Nika around in her chair, he marks out an X right in the middle of her chest. "Go straight in, grab, and pull out. Do not twist. You might graze something that you didn't want to."

"I don't think I want to know, but what would happen if I missed?" You say, carefully lining up your fingers with the X.

"You're right. You don't want to know," is the grim reply.

"No pressure then," you mutter, blowing out some air. Taking a deep breath, you slowly push your fingers into her, passing through her clothes like they weren't there. Flesh gives you some resistance, and you look to Djal. He simply nods, as if to say this is normal. With another loud exhale, you keep pushing until your hand is wedged deep into her chest. You feel something light and wispy and warm at the tip of your fingers. Pushing a little deeper, you try to get whatever that is into your palm, before slowly closing your fist over it. "I think I got it," you gasp, not realizing that you were holding your breath.

"Pull it out then," Djal says in a bored tone, entertaining himself by sharpening his nails on the walls.

With the same slowness and smoothness, you withdraw your arm, moving it straight back, when it suddenly stops. Her soul seems to be caught on something. You that think it might be caught on her ribs or something, and judging by feel, it might be possible to free it if you rotate your wrist just a hair. But Djal did warn you not to do that.