Snippet #1022509

Natasha looked out the window, the fresh air taunting her senses as she lent on the bars with her arms sticking outside to be closer to freedom. For once she missed her powers, no matter what it did to her sanity it would still come in handy at this point. She could find the weakest point of the concrete around the bars and turn her hands to metal to scrape out a bar or learn what kind of lock the door had and disable it. After a while she stopped thinking of the 'what if's and focused on finding a feasible escape method. She heard a commotion from outside, the other prisoners were shouting and banging on doors, her naturally sharp ears caught the sound of Dustin's voice amongst the anarchy. Mimic's heart leapt at him being alive but was nonetheless saddened that he was in here too, suddenly whipped into anger. The girl charged at the doors at hit it with a succession of vicious, powerful kicks that made her feet hurt but didn't stop except to occasionally ram it with her shoulder or a punch. Al the while she launched articulate but disturbing threats and insults at the guards she heard in the hall.