Cordelia smirked when Sonja said "or three", and-perhaps eerily to some-her shadow conjured up a hat out of nowhere, which it graciously tipped to the woman. Cordelia seemed unaware of this happening, or at least didn't seem to care-she was studiously watching the battle below, eyes flickering back and forth across the chaos, looking for anything of note. She was no Napoleon, she hadn't read up on Clausewitz, but she did have quite a bit of common sense, and she figured a battle of this magnitude was going to mean thing-no one was going to be paying attention to her. There was Zenith, posterboy of the League, getting gunned at by twenty or so inmates. Who was going to shoot at the un-uniformed street rat when people like that were going around. As the VTOL swooped lower, Cordelia's smirk deepened, seeing a particular inmate below. "Hey, I know that guy. Can we land this thing on him? He's a prick." 

The VTOL landed and Cordelia smoothly and calmly reached back behind her, opening the latch on her backpack and pulling out her .45. She tucked it into her back pocket, which broke nearly every rule of gun safety, but she'd be able to reach it much more easily this way. She checked to make sure her switch blade was within quick reach and-she did a double-take, seeing that Sonja now...had a baseball bat. I mean, that was fine, but if she could whip a bulletproof vest out of thin air...maybe, ya know, pull a GUN out of nowhere too? Why downgrade to the bat? Maybe she was a softball player...Cordelia's brow furrowed. [i]Nah. Not butch enough.[/i] "Hey, Sonja, not telling you how to do your job, but...maybe after all this is over, why don't you make some money materialize out of thin air. Just a thought, what do I know." Cordelia was trying to figure out a plan on what to do, given that she had completely ignored the too-long, too-boring speech that Zenith had given back at the base. In her opinion, any plans you have going into a fight tend to last about five seconds. She really doubted that rule changed when the scale of the fight increased.

Cordelia felt the tingling of nerves, the bloodrush of anxiety make her a bit jittery. This was a pretty big throwdown. Easily the biggest throwdown she'd been in. But, there was a lot to offer her-a fair amount of cash, if she could get her hands on some of the Kevlar and weaponry the National Guard or prison guards were packing? Ooooh man. She would be SET. And besides, a prison like this....one that held superhumans? It had to have some pretty damned good technology to do that. If she could get her hands on some of it, she was willing to bet that she could ransom it back to the League or sell it to one of these guys who escaped (because there was no way they were all staying-surely one of these convicts could fly or teleport or turn into a bird or something) for a pretty penny. 

As ordered/suggested, Cordelia stuck close to Sonja once the bird landed. She figured this chick was going into the thick of it, and it would offer her a good bodyguard while she got close enough to get inside. See, Cordelia had a surprising leg up on most of the members of the League in this fight-she had actually been to juvy. While it was nowhere near as big as Cook County Jail, she knew how halls, cell blocks, so on and so forth were likely to be arranged. Most of these goody-two shoes had likely never set foot in there. Even if somebody got pissed at her for looting, she was confident she could dart inside and lose them in there. Huh? Sonja was getting all sad over somebody who'd been killed. She almost wanted to remind her that, hey, if she didn't get a move on, that was gonna be her, but felt it may not be wise. After all, Sonja was a potential unlimited source of money in her eyes (Cordelia being mostly ignorant of how her conjuring worked), and there was no need to piss off a gold mine.

"Heh, pain cakes." Cordelia scanned the battle around her, surprisingly calm. A bullet came close to her, but her shadow lunged up and slapped it out of the air before falling back to the ground. "What I need is some camouflage." Cordelia scampered over, crouch-running to minimize herself as a target, to a fallen inmate. His head was missing. Looked to be cauterized, by the wound, maybe somebody had just burned it off or whatever. This triggered a bit of revulsion in Cordelia, but she forced herself to man the fuck up and move past it. Ripping out her switchblade, she flipped the body over (this took a minimal amount of effort, Cordelia grunted and used her legs and core to flip the prisoner ore. Thank God he was a featherweight) and, as quickly as she could, began tugging the shirt up over his....well, over where his head should've been. Cordelia sidled out of her backpack and put on the shirt, then tugged off the guy's pants (no shoes, so this was easy) and stepped into them, pulling the waist up and cinching it as tight as it would go. A little big and baggy, but that was fine by her. She put her backpack on and nodded to her shadow, who was ready to throw down the minute one of these people tried something. 

This was a risky gambit-it could draw the attention of the League, and maybe some trigger happy prick would try gunning for her. However, Cordelia was both a young girl and not planning on fighting anyone if she could help it. She figured they'd be more focused on bringing down the big dogs than picking up the strays-likewise, she knew prisoners, and while there would be a couple looking to settle some scores in this chaos, they were mostly going to be focused on trying to escape. She'd effectively made herself invisible to half the conflict within about a minute of arrival.

"Damn, I'm good," Cordelia muttered.She saw Hot Rod blitz by and bitchslap a prisoner without impunity before rushing on. "...alright," she muttered to herself, a nervous tic of sorts that helped her stay cool in tricksy situations. "Not my best plan, but not my worst. Definitely not my worst." Cordelia continued her low-profile sprint, darting into the cleared pathway of-Jesus, what WERE those things-broken bodies that Zenith and his buddies had left, entering the prison. She'd lost track of Sonja, and Cordelia felt a vague pang of curiosity. She was concerned for the woman...that wasn't...[i]Damnit, you've been with these pricks for a week and you're going soft. Get your shit together and move.[/i]

Volt hopped out of the VTOL and proceeded to give some unlucky bastard the mother of all Tasers. She wasn't one to approve wanton violence towards criminals-they had rights, after all-but that was kinda badass. "Kick some ass, Nessie," She shouted as loud as she could over the combat, moving around the VTOL to avoid being targeted by any of the new arrivals. All around her, prisoners were facing off against National Guardsmen, those who had weapons or powers were targeting the supers, and seemingly no one was gunning for her. For now. 

Now, she needed to get inside the prison, which was truly a first for her.