"You're gonna lie to a psychic?" Remy pressed his hand against the engines of one of the lines and pushed his charge into the metal, saturating it the best he could. "Shit, Logan, I wouldn't trust whatever we said and I'm the one fibbin'." He left the machines to see what got Logan's craw and tightened his grip on the bo to keep from swearing.
"Always do." He followed behind and blew out the cameras or guards they would fine, slowing down to help the prisoners who couldn't keep up so well.