Thomas Shepherd wasn’t quite aware enough to notice the visitor as she approached his cell. He was laid out on the floor and staring at the ceiling. According to the guards, he’d been laying there for two and a half days now. He hadn’t moved a lot even before. For the last week he’d been crawling around and entirely sluggish. His face was pale and gaunt, and his eyes had a faraway look to them. Like some sort of reptile slowly dying in a cage. It was obvious that this prison was having some sort of advirste effect on him.
This all had something to do with the nature of Tommy’s powers. Both Quicksilver and Speed’s super speed was different then other mutant speedsters. Their entire physiology was adapted for it. He was contained now in a room, without powers. His body and mind were not built for this, and they were slowly caving in.
No one knew exactly what would happen to a speedster under these situations but it was obvious that it wasn’t good.
At last after a lengthy pause, Tommy replied with a, "Hey." of his own.