Squinting in the night to better see what she thought she might have seen left Molly a bit more open then she ought to have been. Well. Probably. See, Molly's powers had this funny way of kicking in almost the instant danger was truly present. When she was younger that particular sense was quite strong because to some degree when anyone is young and naive, everything incites a more emotional response. Everything seems terrifying in its own way. But Molly, as the bonefide,  one of a kind, grade A buttkicker she's been since well before her high school years tended to have a slightly more jaded...well let's call it prideful approach toward what would usually be perceived as a danger. Being able to stare down an oncoming freight train and tell a pretty badass story about it after a good nap had a tendency to do that to a person. That being noted, when a guy just kinda landed behind her and addressed her by one of her aliases, Molly just kinda turned around, looked the guy up and down and frowned at him purposefully showing her unimpressed expression. Even through the mask it was pretty hard to miss. Molly placed a hand on her hip, lengths of strawberry blonde curls slipping from where'd they'd landed on her stiffened shoulder.<br/><br/><b>"So you expect me to believe that some <i>dude</i> managed to get the drop on Trance?"</b>she scoffed holding out a palm to indicate him rather rudely.<b>"You're the friggen unicorn sighting?"</b>Oh if there was one thing the princess was known for it was her brash childish taunting. Whether or not she could actually take down what she flung insults at really didn't matter. A very wise and very hairy old teacher once gave her some very good advice. It stuck with her all throughout her high school years because he was one of the first to see the value in her and teach her how to capitalize. Molly could barely make it through a high school level algebra test to this day, but her tactical leadership skills (nevermind that in her case that was not synonymous with social tact) and her absolute fearlessness in just about every situation she'd ever been in were incomparable to any those X-staff had ever seen in their gifted students. The advice that teacher gave was this:<i>"Tick em off. People get stupid when they're angry."</i><br/><br/><b>"Tch. Whatever."</b>Molly rolled her eyes her hip switching sides her muscles, thin and wiry as they appeared to be, tightening in case she'd need to fight. Unlike the years when she was a young teen, Molly didn't need her powers to put up her dukes. She ran, she fought, she trained hard because her mentor knew there were always situations that powers could fail to come threw for you. Mr. Summers wanted Molly ready for anything that came her way and that was exactly what she intended to show this clown.<b>"Where the hell is Trance?"</b>she spat her shoulders rolling back and puffing her chest out a bit. It was definitely a threatening posture she was sporting.<b>"Tell me and I'll let you keep, like, three quarters of your teeth."</b>