"Yep. Not even a warning."She agreed,frowning further at the ground. She still remembered what it felt like, being left, literally holding the gun on the president. All because charles had convinced him to be good again. It still hurt, in a way. But she'd learned to deal the toiling anger in other ways at least. Better ways.
Sort of, anyway.
"I mean, he can control metal. It wouldn't exactly be much of a fight."She softened slightly at their outrage. If she'd had friends like them, back home when he'd just abandoned her...Shaking her head she let the thought go, winding arms around her middle casually. "Besides, you guys problems are way more important then a psychopath" She stated softly, glancing away.