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[Feel free in guessing what side he's playing on right now]

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey it's yooooooooooooou! HAY GURL!

[There may be an ocelot, at least what appears to be an ocelot, crouched half hidden nearby waiting to see how hurt the woman is. She usually wouldn't care, but the woman is blue. And therefore as much a normal human as she herself is. Do you notice the big cat watching you with far too much intelligence in its eyes?]

[Mystique is assuming the worst and it already moving to get away from him as fast as she could. Which wasn't very far seeing as she was injured.]

[Gathering herself to her feet, she turns to look. The guards were shouting and starting to follow her, but it would take them some time to get down the stairs. Mystique is sore from the fall, but well enough to starts to move, but not before noticing she has an audience.

She can't help but stare at the large cat, distracted from her retreat.]

[That's usually a good idea]

Limping away from me at a medium jogging pace isn't exactly gonna shake me, babe.

[Casually going to jog next to her though]

Just out of curiosity, you seen Magneto around? No big deal, just curious, not planning anything horrible or murderous I'm just asking for a friend.

[She gritted her teeth, turning to face him, ready to defend herself if it came to that since it seemed she wouldn't be running away.] No, sorry. I haven't seen him since I shot him in the neck.

Aw, you got him first? Damnit, that was my mark. SHIT. Now I have to backtrack and find the corpse, thanks for complicating my life, asshole.

[He doesn't look too interested in hurting her, actually having enough gall to take out his phone and start organizing stuff on it]

That ruins my two o'clock.

[She stares at him, nose wrinkled, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.] He's not dead. [Mystique hadn't wanted to kill him. Just pay him back.]

Oh good, then I still have a job. By the way, the X-Men are totally looking for you and they're goddamn everywhere. I think I just saw Logan a few minutes ago, he looks cranky.

If I were you, I'd go South and stick to the maintenance doors.

[She tensed, looking back as though she might see Wolverine right around the corner. Mystique cursed under her breath as she simultaneously changed shape into a portly security guard. It wouldn't fool Logan, but it would fool others for a time.] Thanks.

You're welcome. Don't tell anyone I'm warning you either, I don't fucking need Storm blowing up my condo, I'm fucking comfortable and that shit's expensive.

Why would I tell them? I don't plan on even speaking to them if I can help it. [She just wanted to get out of here.]

Just in case that bum leg of yours catches up with you.

You could help me get out, if you're that worried about it...

I could, but I need to go in the opposite direction, this place is swarming with X-Men, I don't want to give Logan another reason to cut my head off and I'm not married to you.

[No harm in trying. Well, probably.] Something tells me he doesn't need much of a reason.

Not usually, but I'd like to give him less of a reason than usual. It's boring, I have to sit there and wait for a whole body yo grow back, ain't nobody got time for that.

Fine. Then I guess I won't tell you where I heard Magneto was holding up...

Really? Really, you're gonna do that to me? Seriously? Well what if I just threatened to punch you if you don't tell me.

Then I'll be sure to make a lot of noise as I'm punching you back, so that the X-men find us both.

[And shooting her would just be noisier. And he's pretty sure she could scream before he could get much done waving a katana around. Goddamnit]

I hate you.

The feeling's mutual. [She smiles as she shift back to her true self.]

Are you gonna make me piggy back you all the way there?

I'd prefer that way to fireman's carry. That would just give you free range to stare at my ass.

Just take away all my joy. Fine.