Justin gave her a look. As though any of them could sleep. Magneto would figure it out sooner or later, or else kill them for their supposed failure. And nothing Justin could think of could both communicate with the sort of people that would help them, break them out of this place, and transport three people hundreds of thousands of miles back to America. He managed a sort of rocket, so far. Which didn't really do much for their case, and a long letter to Justine, assuming she was still alive, which she would probably never get.
"We could inject the guards," he suggested, glancing down at her journal with a frown, "They might have keys, or passes or something." There had to be something toxic in with their medical supplies. Even an air bubble would do it.
"If I can get the collar of buddy over there, maybe he could get us out? Hm, buddy?"