Mystique grit her teeth, eyes closed and giving a low hiss. Whatever, she didn't need those memories anyway. She had plenty of years to spare. Opening her eyes again, she had to blink a few times to keep her focus on Tony.
"We don't need one," she growled back, "No infected. That's why I came," she spat pointedly. Tony. The kid. Rogue. She'd take them back where it was safe, whether they consented or not.