[h2][color=bfb5f1][center]Robert Linden[/center][/color][/h2]
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Was a little taken aback by the sudden outburst, falling on his backside as his body reacted, his skin turning to steel, with the adamantium keeping his spine together all flooding to his face in some kind of instinctual attempt to protect himself from the inevitable vaporization. This had the unfortunate side-effect of making him conductive again and writhed around, rather ungracefully in pain, until someone managed to stop the guy generating it. He at least managed to hold back the indignity of screaming. He grunted as he regained control of his power back from his instincts and the pain, shifting the molocules back, his adamantium once again reattaching his spinal chord. He slowly managed to wobble back to his feet, before seeing the others who had showed up. He panted heavily. He had been holding his spine together for 20 minutes, 20 minutes of near constant use. He was starting to feel the strain, it didn't hurt yet, but he could feel it was gonna start soon. Like tensing a muscle.

Personally, he didn't understand what part of "I'll follow your lead, but i'm just trying to help!" was trying to order people around, but again, the galactic god of genocide was not exactly known for allowing its hosts to think clearly. Frankly, the fact that his atoms weren't disassembled and then splattered across the hall was something anyone should consider a win at this point. He slowly jogged towards the group as they met back up. [color=bfb5f1]"Magneto Jr, i know you."[/color] He managed to pant out, pointing at Pietro, clearly a little winded from the few zillion volts that had danced across him [color=bfb5f1]"You and you i don't know-"[/color] He pointed at Guin and Bethany. [color=bfb5f1]"Robert Patrick Linden, A.K.A. Upgrade, Xavier Institute Gold Squad class of 2007, at your service"[/color] He stopped again to catch his breath as he extended a hand to the 3 of them, even if he had already met Pietro, he still believed in good manners. [color=bfb5f1]"I think bidding a hasty retreat is probably for the best. Again, leave Magneto and his people up here to think their smug, superior thoughts without bringing the rest of us into it."[/color] He sighed. Honestly, anything to get the X-Men off the station. While they were here, the chances of a fight that punctured the outer layer of the asteroid base was high and he rather didn't like the idea of ANYONE getting turned inside out via explosive decompression.