"I've seen when poorly-armed masses can do. They are still a threat, even if they aren't flashy. We need intel on them and quickly." She looked up at Nicholas as he explained that the school-leader Charles Xavier was at least open to a conversation, which was better than a slammed door. "Let's hope we can brook some understanding. But it's best to not let the Colonel know." Sighing, she rubbed her forehead at the idea of that man knowing about the mutants. Which would he pick, gas chambers or the draft for the whole lot. "Gemini. Where do we know they have bases?"