It was kind of disturbing, and Bobby gave a tentative smile despite himself. Hey, he made a funny. That counted for something, right? But the bulbs popping wasn't exactly a welcome sound, and he started a little.
"Domo arigatou, Mister Roboto," he remarked glibly. Glib helped him hide the uneasiness, the uncertainty, that he often felt being so young and relatively inexperienced in comparison to the older X-men. That faded as the nogitsune started to go on in his monologue, and he was ready to open his mouth to respond when--the thing was moving fast and suddenly was sideways and impaled with a pen? What was going on?
Shit. No time to marvel about it. The ice was already starting to form, so he grit his teeth and concentrated on forming more of it. He wanted to encase the thing in ice only enough that he couldn't kill anyone else.