Kijani had the phone in with the rest of her things. She already had so much- paper, electronics, clothes... basically everything she had on her from the talent show. Magneto's phone wouldn't stand out in so much clutter. Her eyes were trying not to fix on Clark Kent, and think of all the horrible ways that he could crush her like a bug if he had a reason...

"S-sir, I-- I mean, Mr. Kent..." She was a bit afraid, but playing it up quite well. "I... I made a mistake... I just... I thought if I went... if I went, I could be okay, he wouldn't hurt me..." Her gaze kept flickering away, as if she were afraid to make eye contact for longer than a moment or two. "H-he wouldn't hurt us, right Flood? Right?" Her eyes darted to her co-conspirator. Either way he responded, she had set the tone by deferring to him. No one expected the subordinates.