"Kyle?" she blurted out, her power surge probably the cause of the communications disruption. Her subconscious had already identified her assailant as the young man who had assaulted her hamburger some time back, she supposed, but in the heat of the moment it hadn't clicked until he spoke. She had a moment to wonder how Kyle hadn't felt those knives of hers at all. He might be drugged, or something else. Like Wolverine, when he came back a mindless killer. With a short yell, she kicked Kyle as hard as she could, and elbowed him as well for good measure. The knives were ripped out of his flesh, or his thick, dark uniform, as the case may be. Whether it was a feint of not on Kyle's part, she was pissed at being pinned down, and she couldn't be a hundred percent sure this wasn't just a trap within a trap. There had been too many of those lately.
The moment she was free she flew up and away from him, high enough to get a better visual on their surroundings, although she pretended to keep her eyes on him. She put out her feelers, and the electromagnetic signature of all the communication devices and other electronics of the nearby van pinpointed its location in the EM spectrum. She didn't need to see it to know where it was.
She wouldn't let her guard down around Wild Child, but she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. He had asked for help, and it was something she could easily do without losing sight of him. Her eyes began to glow green and eerie as she gathered enough power to her for one localized electro-magnetic pulse, rendering the van, and all the equipment therein, completely inert. "They're down!" she yelled at Gibs, still flying as she wrenched the ajar door off her car and sent it to destroy all the antennae and the small satellite dish that lined the top of the van.