"Whoa!" Oni yelped rolling right out of her upper-bunk and landing on her ass in an undignified, tangled heap. She half stumbled, half hopped to her window, still partially trapped by her blanket, and stared slack-jawed at the scene before her. People were literally pouring out of the mansion, some uniformed, others not. Someone was running down the hallway beyond her room and, heart pounding in her throat, Oni ripped the blankets off and threw her door open, wondering wildly what the hell was going on.
"Hey! Where's the fire?!" she yelled. If there was a war waging outside, she wished like hell the X-Men hadn't insisted she hand over her rifle. Oni snatched up her knife, slipped her sneaks on and took off, following the retreating backs of the other residents; It wasn't in her nature not to run when other people were fleeing. Taking the stairs several steps at a time, she trailed them down to the main floor, but paused for a second to watch, wide eyed, the show of flashing lights as the UV grenades detonated...