Regan had to recollect herself, trembling, but at least the ghosts had something else to worry about. Quickly finding balance on her feet, she looked around, grabbed the bag on the counter and rummaged through it. It had most of the things she would need, but-- Pulling open the refrigerator door, Regan threw bags and bottles of milk into every crevice they could fit. That was going to have to do. On her way out, Lady Mastermind watched the hysterical mother. She'd let her suffer a while longer, but once Wicked got the door opened, she'd see that there were no wolves and the brat didn't have a scratch on him. Wicked, however, might have a few marks. Unable to completely knock the dreadful feeling still rattling her bones, Lady Mastermind got the hell out with the baby, and murmured into her earpiece to see how the rest of the team was doing.