Audrey's comment about being extra dramatic just made Sienna's smirk widen as they stepped out onto an empty street. Well, not quite empty, but certainly empty of anything suspicious. Turns out the heroes might just have been right. Which meant they were in bigger trouble than she thought. "What are the chances of a group only interested in the heroes, who haven't shown any interest in joining us, but who also don't intend on hurting us?" She asked, folding her arms as she scanned their surroundings. "I think it might be worth searching the area, making sure they're not hiding in wait to get us on our own." She remarked.

She didn't want that. And when she thought about it, it was exactly what she figured she'd do. Taking out the heroes in a group hadn't exactly worked, but picking them off one by one was an easier way to take them all down. Sure, they could only every go out in groups from now on, but everyone had jobs, everyone had lives, and she knew that nobody would follow those orders, regardless. She couldn't blame them either. These were people she did little more than work with, she didn't want any of them knowing the ins and outs of her personal life. So they didn't have much of a choice other than to try and do their best to take these people down and reclaim their freedom.

And, you know, maybe help out the heroes while they were at it.

"Let's try this way."

Spence followed Felix into the locker room and grabbed a roll of bandages to patch himself up. He was still bleeding, after all, and didn't think that the villains would appreciate him bleeding over their stuff. As he started to cover the worst of his open wounds, he found it hard to watch everyone else patching themself up. He wanted to help, despite knowing it would only make him feel worse. Something in him tried claiming that he was already feeling better, that maybe he was well enough to help everyone else out. The more sensible part of him reminded him of how much it drained him, how tired he was. He'd pass out if he tried helping anyone. So, again, he followed Felix into the kitchen, just wanting to get away from it all.

"Always liked a man who could cook," he remarked quietly, wearing a small smirk as he finished wrapping his side. He glanced up at Felix, and was reminded of what had drawn Spence to him in the first place. Then he caught himself, and his stomach twisted. He could feel the dull, numb ache in his shoulder as he raised his arm to allow himself to wrap it. It was awkward but he wasn't going back out to ask someone to help. Especially not now he'd started to feel like this.

"So do you draw for a living or what? Besides... this, I mean." He asked, trying to distract himself. He could feel himself starting to wrap the bandage a little too tight, but he couldn't make himself fix it. It needed to be right, it needed to be that tight, he needed to pull himself together.