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[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Inside the Glitter Factory
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Radio Wave Manipulation[/center][hr][hr]
	Waverley stood in a battle stance, her hands outstretched not unlike a conductor, ready to continue bending the soundwaves against the strange man. She was ready for anything they could possibly throw at their little pocket of the Mutant Underground...except, perhaps, teleportation. Which was unfortunate, considering that, after a team attack by Zarina and Echo, that's exactly what he did. She stood there, tilting her head to the side, standing still in her fighting stance, taking a moment to comprehend everything that just happened. After that moment, she slumped back into her normal posture, tense and a little hunched over. She quickly set out to cease any attempted phone calls to the police, something that'd become habit after this long in the Mutant Underground. She kept the metaphorical cloud of signal scrambling up even as she faced back towards the group.

	[color=Purple]"Spark Plug's right. But we should probably wait to Veil until her and her team gets back. We don't want her phone to go off while they're infiltrating possibly the most secure building in America. It'd be like one of those little videos they play before movies to make sure everyone's phone is off,"[/color] she said, and though her words were light-hearted, her tone seemed grim. She walked over towards James, squatting down next to him as she gently took Casper from his arms. [color=purple]"It's okay, I got him,"[/color] she promised as she softly picked him up and began to make her way towards the front exit.