[She'd been so wrapped up in her own fighting, so laser-focused, that she -- stupidly -- missed her own vulnerabilities. Everyone who had taught her back at the mansion in her own universe would be ashamed, probably. One minute, she was slinging slavers around, the next she was hit with something unpleasant -- a chemical or something that made her nerves feel like they were on fire and shocked all at once, and before she could try to get it out of her, she couldn't get herself together enough to. And then she's in some non-metal restraints; clever. Blood on her face and arms -- some if it hers, some of it not -- and in her state that's, uh, well she could have been better -- she uses any energy she has to focus on trying to remove the restraints on her arms behind her (this is proving to be difficult), when Wanda has the people incapacitated.]
Over here. [Her voice is weaker when she speaks, and she may look like she's on the verge of not being conscious, but she replies to Wanda's calls as best she can. Maybe she'll pick up on that louder psychic-ly.]
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Over here. [Her voice is weaker when she speaks, and she may look like she's on the verge of not being conscious, but she replies to Wanda's calls as best she can. Maybe she'll pick up on that louder psychic-ly.]