He sighed at her barrage of questions as they hustled down the hall. "She's here to kill me, or did the massive explosion in the cell behind us not give that away?" As for why? He kept that to himself. There wasn't time to explain, and he doubted she'd believe it anyway. He staggered to a halt as they came into a much larger room, though at first he thought the hall had just become more jagged. He looked around, trying to find another exit, only dimly aware of her questions. They still registered, though his response was delayed.<br/><br/>"Hydrogen, bonded with heavier molecules, but not ones that reduce the effectiveness of her explosions. For all I know it makes them worse. As for range--it's a gas, woman, how far do you think it can go?" He spotted the smoke creeping under the door they'd just come through, and swore under his breath. The last thing he wanted was to have to contend with Smoke Bomb for a second time. Still, though, if that's what it took--his thought was interrupted as his head jerked away from the door and her direction, and he felt vertigo as the memories stirred again.<br/><br/><i>Endeavor and Blockade were out of the fight, and Kamui didn't trouble him, the two trading blows. And then all at once his fist refused to move. His fingers opened, the cudgel falling free. And then pain, pain like he'd never felt before, agonizing and terrible--<br/>
</i><br/>He forced himself to look back, but by then the ice had formed and the door was sealed. He scowled to himself. The pieces were there, but he needed calm and time to put them together. "You're going to leave a trail that a child could follow," he snapped. "Unless you freeze the bottom of every door we pass, she's going to know exactly where we went. We need to get the drop on her. Somewhere high, where we won't step in her gas. Somewhere she'll walk right under. Then you can do whatever the hell it is you did to me and stop her cold." He glanced again at the frozen crack under the door. "Pun intended."