Kijani resisted the urge to yawn. She wasn't interested in dealing with Magneto's peons. Especially ones who tried to be intimidating, but merely wound up sounding like they needed caffeine. "Please, get on to things we didn't learn in grade school. I think we all understand the point of working in a group. If anyone here is expecting to be praised for being a turncoat, then they should probably pick a window to leap out of now and save everyone else the trouble." She started winding a dreadlock around her finger, looking incredibly bored.

"How about you... whoever you are... tell us what we will be doing?"