A sharp gasp interjected, coming from Regan who was now holding the baby out arm's length, a grim line across her lips as she looked between the mess on her top and the little twit smiling at her, definitely pleased with herself, or at least relieved of the discomfort that must have irritated her tiny stomach. Lady Mastermind did not sign up for this. Betrayed by the look of utter disgust, she lifted her exasperated gaze on Magneto. "And what do I do with this?" she asked, voice calm, cold, and leveled. Tossing her on the floor seemed a pretty good idea.