Lamia gritted her teeth at the sound of the dark-haired boy as he gave up with essentially no resistance, even offering Magneto his hand. He knew exaclty who the man was and he wanted to [i]shake his hand?![/i]

"Right. You." She said, her jaw tightening and jabbing a finger in Ronan's direction, "I trust you about as far as I can throw you if that's how easily you give up, but you?" She turned to talk to the short girl with the colourful hair whose clothes had seemed to appear out of thin air, "You sound like you've got half a brain even if it's because of hindsight. That trick with your clothes, what is it? Teleporting? You think you can get us out of here the same way he brought us here?" she said, nodding towards Nightcrawler.

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