Mime ducked as the Patriarch started firing and felt the powers he had taken begin to fade into nothing and his strength return to its normal level... which wasn't much in complete and utter honesty. It wasn't a while until the Patriarch left the room and was obviously making a hasty retreat, however he didn't care about that he was here at the rift which is what had been asked of him. If he could help Bisk enough he could leave and head elswhere in the world with a fresh identity. No-one would need to know who he was or what he was and he could live a normal life, make his own identity and live in peace and happiness something as a street urchin he had never really had. He turned around to face the rift and was about to take out a small device Bisk had given him only to find it broken in his skirmish against the hybrids. 
Swearing under his breathe he turned to group of people. He nodded slightly to Blink, he liked that guys powers. "Strange that I only recognise one of the Watchers lackies, I'm guessing the rest didn't last as long. Good to see you again Blink. Should we get going before this building becomes swarming with Hybrids?"