[i]"I guess we're not talking about the obvious fact he's a mutant,"[/i] Sam commented internally. [i]"Or the fact he must spend a fortune on clothes."[/i]

Her eyes shifted between the lot of them, slightly unnerved by the fact there were now plenty of hands to make light work of her recently-acquired freedom. Jaiden had been the obvious threat until now, but that priority had to be rescinded. At least one of the aforementioned "search party" was armed, and no telling whether the others were carrying.

[i]"Although,"[/i] whispered the voice of reason, once again. [i]"If she's not shy about displaying her weapons, her friends should be just as bold."[/i]

She eventually broke the uneasy silence. "Yeah...crashed. Sorry. I'm fine, though. Gimme a minute to fix it up and I'll be out of your way."

It may have been that she was just groggy from the blackout, or just stressed from having escaped from her [i]fourth[/i] set of captors, but Sam somehow glossed over the "brat" comment. With this many unknowns in close proximity, her mind settled on more important matters, such as making very damned certain they didn't put her back in her cage. In this instance, Sam thought this so-called "Lodge" would most probably have been some kind of twisted euphemism for yet another facility; prison or otherwise. The thought of more doctors and injections made her shudder. No, that was definitely not happening again. She'd kill first.