Grasp - two feet away. Britannic, Omen, Spark - fifteen feet to the left. Ronan's brain filed an automatic inventory of all the mutants close to him. Telepath... get in close, aim for the head. Avoid the trio until weapons can be secured... Ronan shook his head quickly from side to side, he needed to focus on the sound of his brother's voice. He wasn't trapped, he wasn't captured... he needed his training to back the fuck off. Fists wrapped tightly around the metal rails of the bed, Ronan's whole body clenched together, then relaxed slowly.
"It's Tuesday."
"Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too..." The Cure, classic. Mars smirked while the melody of the song played inside his head. When the fog that he'd attributed to the sandman didn't evaporate, Ronan put two and drugs together and realized he'd been medicated. Oh, he would have. Eva's lightning bolt roofie had given them the perfect opportunity and he couldn't even blame them for it.
"Thursday I don't care about you..." Ronan eyeballed the restraints on the bed, they were loose, not applied by someone cruel - someone who was told to tie Ronan down for his own good, he assumed. "Come on then." Mars told his brother, then gestured to his wrists. "Get me out of here." The drugs were one thing, but being held somewhere... that was something the Murphy couldn't abide. But Kiernan was here, no worries, Ronan thought to himself. He'd be out in a minute and he'd find Zap, make sure she was okay. Find out why Ren was... "Why is Ren down here?" It wasn't until he focused on the younger electrokine's aura he made the discovery. "Christ." He muttered, then shook his wrists similarly to how Braddock probably summoned his butler to bring him more food.