Aurora was a formidably powerful mutant; her abilities placed her in the upper echelons when it came to useful. But despite that there was a catch. There always was, and with Aurora, with Jeanne-Marie, with Jenna, with whoever or whatever she called herself, Aurora's mind was the weak spot. A crumbling facade at the best of times barely holding together the last last remnants of her sanity, and those of her multiple personalities. Now, instead of even being a skilled mutant she was inhibited by some technology, on a foreign planet, restrained and useless. Her hands had gone to her head, clawing at her scalp and twisting fingers through strands of dark hair.
And she seethed at this treatment, her words spilling out in her native French at their captors, whoever these people were, as they controlled her movements. Without her powers, Aurora was simply not that impressive nor strong of a figure. "Unhand me!" she shrieked, pointlessly and undoubtedly to fall on deaf ears.
She would wait for her moment, and watch now, but unlike Illyana's boasts, she knew her own brother was not coming. She would make do on her own.