When he looked at her up and down like he was sizing her up, Molly raised a clearly agitated brow his way. That long concealing coat of his swayed out of the way to reveal a katana blade just as<i>The Hunter</i>revealed his plan to 'take her down' just like all the rest of her 'friends.' Molly was not sure how many of them besides Trance she could really actually call her 'friends' but whatever.<b>"Tch! Not with that thing you're not."</b>she gestured rudely toward the blade somewhere within her onslaught of insults at him. It wasn't until she'd asked about Trance that Molly could discern any real reaction from him that wasn't flat out cockiness. He informed her and pretty smugly at that, someone friggen<i>bought</i>Trance and was transporting her out of the city and that the other girls met the same fate. There was some sort of cracked joke about Trance being 'powerless' but Molly really didn't know what he meant by that and the lack of change in her expression probably indicated as much. Maybe Molly was realizing that instead of writing a letter she could have always left a message for some of her tracking mutant acquaintances in New York. Enough of the missing women were mutants that they would have possibly sent someone. Leave it to Molly to be prideful enough to think she was perfectly capable of taking care of things on her own. What was she even thinking?! She was<i>totally</i>capable. It was her against a sword!<br/><br/>A strange sound occurred behind her and as she wheeled around to find herself staring down two identical copies of The Hunter. She had only seconds to fling a wild glance over her shoulder at the original before the clones were hurling themselves at her sword-first. They were surprisingly easy to dodge and Molly grimaced as she danced out of the way of their strikes and their lunges. If there was anyone who knew what it was like to be tested, sized up, watched like this it was the girl who got her mutant powers at age friggen eleven. Even as she made the motions to dodge and deliver a punch or two here or there, her eyes occasionally flickered to the one she'd<i>first</i>been talking to if she could. He was the original right? That was how it worked in video games, and while she had a lot of...hm...associates that would disagree, there were a surprising amount of actual things that were just like video games in the life of a superhero. With all of this striking, and blocking, and dodging, and punching, and kicking she was doing, Molly was...well a little bored. She glowered in the direction of the one she thought was the original one.<b>"Yeah. So can you...mph...just like tell me the name of your most recent client or whatever?"</b>She wheeled around a strike and delivered a pretty rough punch toward the back of the neck right at the top where the vertebrae should connect with the skull.<b>"Cause...hng....I haven't even started using my powers, you know? If this is just you like, mph, buying time, that trick is old and like really played out."</b>Seriously. Molly was getting really friggen irritated. She had things to do. People to rescue.