This was actually sounding pretty all right to Bobbi, who had very little sympathy for Hammer on a good day, and less remained of it after he helpfully tottered after Magneto like a duckling and left Bobbi to drag herself behind. Standing still a few feet away from this embarrassing display of impotence, hugging herself around the stomach with her brow furrowed in the concentration it took to remain tolerant, she cleared her throat for a moment of Hammer's time.
"Send a postcard." So she wasn't exactly maternal, but she was a hell of a lot more competent than zombie mommy locked up in the office as long as she didn't bleed out before she could call in a copter. Hammer could go frolic and do Magneto's bidding he so eagerly fell into step with on Genosha without worrying about Justine, really, go, piss off. The longer they stood around debating it, the closer they got to Bobbi passing out.