Raven puffed back out and sprinted down the hallway. Four hundred feet down or not, there had to be a path back up to sunlight. The lights were cut and she growled in annoyance. There had been pipes above her head and one was thin but reinforced. Coolant, she'd bet, and felt for another pipe or length of wood.
"Still unoriginal," she replied in Sinister's voice, yanking hard on the wedged stick to snap the chilled pipe. "Blond. Brother of X-men leader. Just as idiotic." The pipe cracked and hissed the subzero coolant out. Did she hate the cold, but she turned and ran again, stairs or elevator shaft, she'd take either.