"Well yes, but I generally don't advertise that fact," Jonathan's voice came from slightly behind them, where the doctor was leaning against the wall, a tablet computer in his hands.
Enigma whirled around, slamming the man harder against the wall, her hand around his throat, rage an almost visible aura around her. "I should kill you," she growled.
"I'm just following orders, kid," he managed to squeak out.