After the beating Myrtle compartmentalized, she locked away the pain, her anger, anything that would get in the way. She focused on her surroundings anything that would be of help. She studied the building, it was clearly old, a warehouse, nothing distinctive. She studied the people in the room with her, they were all beat up like her beat to hell by a sadistic asshole. The guy was a disgusting fatty and was clearly one hamburger short of coronary event. The other was a cute nerdy girl, Myrtle couldn't fathom why the nerdy girl was here, she was guessing cancer or genetic defect. The fat guy was clearly facing his own mortality and was refusing to accept it. Both thinking mutant powers would be the magic cure-all.