"So the lab-rat does have teeth!" she praised as he caught on and pointed his gauntlets at her. She clapped the wrist holding the gun. She walked sideways, ready to jump from a blast, and to circle him. "This is much more entertaining when both sides get it. I was your beloved Namora a few minutes ago, so what you think I am now is in the air." She shrugged lazily when he demanded the wherabouts of Namora. "You know, or probably you don't, since it's not in your knowledge banks and you people have no imagination, but skin shifting doesn't leave much of the copied one after. The un-useful bits, mostly. Organ meats, veins."