During this time of day, Mary would be asleep. She worked a night shift, slept during the day. Unfortunately, a situation like this warranted an all-hands-on-deck approach. 
Sticking to the shadows of a nearby alley and clinging to the side of a wall, she peered into the chaos of the scene. The Meta-Prison blasted apart, rumble and fire littering the area, convicts pouring out of every opening, capes coming in from every angle to stem the tide, fights breaking out every, it was utter hell and she had no idea where to start.