Re: Inside (the holding cell)
Lorna was beginning to feel the strain. She had never had to use her power so broadly before, splitting her focus in so many directions. Her teeth were gritted already with her effort when she overheard Match and Iceman's voices doing...
"Introductions? Really? No... really? Dammit," she muttered tightly under her breath, too softly for the others to hear. She then forced a deep breath and called out, "WHILE WE'RE YOUNG!" She felt a little bit of headrush, but her magnetism didn't falter. It would be nice if they could get on with the rescue before reinforcements arrived. If she'd seen correctly, this Iceman person didn't have a power dampener collar, nor was he incapacitated in any way. She had to wonder what they were doing here at all, since it seemed like he could have gotten out at any time.
She was a bit preoccupied with this, and she didn't see the guard who had quietly come out of nowhere, brandishing a high-impact plastic combat knife he'd likely gotten out of the evidence locker without being seen. Once the terrified and enraged guard determined that the green haired mutant was the one holding all the weapons from the other men, he went on the offensive. Die, mutie bitch! he thought to himself, not giving away his position by making a sound.