A figure looked over her shoulder from behind, the mocha-skind weather witch walking quietly into the lounge as well. Storm snorted and spat to the side. "I'll tell you what's going to happen. People are going to get pissed," she said in an acrid tone. "They're going to start pointing fingers, they're going to get scared, and then people are going to die a couple times before folks come to their senses and realize they're acting like animals."
"And there's a few jackasses who will make political capitol off this shit. It'll make it that much harder to keep them from trying to make registration mandatory.... much less this 'cure.'"
She only knew one cure some of these people thought of, and it involved a bullet. She didn't think too highly of cures.