Fleeing was the priority at the moment and Wanda had to forgo her original plan of bringing the manor down. Probably for the best; she ought to conserve her energy for the teleportation over the long distance home. The trio tumbled out of the manors and into the gardens, hoping they weren’t being pursued. They hit the beach at a run and Wanda only let go of the boys long enough to turn back and have a look at the mansion. There was no one coming out after them and, judging by mutants who’d shown up in the prison there must have been some alternate entrance and exit into the underground cells.
“Do you know where he is?” she asked her brother, sucking in air while she tried to catch her breath. If she didn’t calm down and regain her focus teleporting them would be a desperately dangerous thing to have to do.