This was as far as Bobbi was planning to co-operate, and didn't think she had anything else to co-operate with. It wasn't her name on the building, no one was here for her and she didn't volunteer to waddle after Magneto at the first sign of danger. If the girl got to stay, why didn't she? How was that fair? She only got as far as, "Desculpe--?" before there was a frankly uncomfortable tug at her bellybutton and for a second she was sure she had gone blind. The lush, fragrant gardens that slowly came into focus as the whiteness dispersed seemed like a really great place to lay down and Bobbi got as far as her knees before shaking off the lethargy. "If you're expecting him to make a better one of those," she noted, "he actually can't use a microwave without supervision." If they were all going to die, Bobbi would appreciate seeing Hammer go first.