"Well, isn't this just a perfect little conclusion, hm?" Natascha chuckled lightly to the driver of the compact, stealth helicopter as it floated a good twenty of so feet above the jet the two mutants had escaped onto. He smiled deviantly as she shifted herself down to where she was capable of leaning upon the very edge of the helicopter, her right hand gripped tightly around the evacuation holding cord, her honed eyes glaring down to meet the Jet she was fluttering just above. "Take her up, Mac.." she spoke to the large, rather muscled man in charge of the helicopter, who suddenly accelerated and began to move upwards.<br/><br/>This was Natascha's chance to slide her footing forwards, slipping on out of the helicopter and falling a good fifteen feet before then swiftly removing a rope dart-esque object from her utility belt; She began to swiftly spin this, turning as she did so so as not to bind her. It seemed at first that she had missed her mark, as the door as already passed her, but instead she threw the dart straight for the two large skids at the bottom of the jet-plane, the dart designed for just this kind of manuever. She turned swiftly and pulled herself under, her hands grasping onto one set of skids and feet slipping onto the top of the other set. She was now in position for infiltration, and even when the jet went down she was safe, at least for now.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Okay..that should do" Whispered Tristan as he wiggled his fingers against one another, each of the odd plants in his room glowing with a light purple, green, faded blue or pink coloring, each having one of there own hue or density. "Hehe, perfect!" he chimed, using a purposely low register so as to not awaken the female laying in his bed; As comic as that was, a girl in his bed, hah!<br/><br/>He shifted his head to one side before slowly turning himself around, gently tiptoeing on out of the room before the girl could awaken. It would have looked -very- odd if he was tiptoeing around a room where she was sleeping. He turned and closed the door silently, before nodding his head towards the older male guarding the door. "She's sleeping soundly, so I thought I'd turn the light-plants down so as not to disturb her. Would..you like a drink or something to eat? I saw you three didn't get to each much before that crazy guy came in and shot up the place." he sighed gently, shaking his head a little bit at having let the villain get away and thus perhaps allow him to injure, or worse kill, another person later on in the event.<br/><br/>"Urm, I'll just be over there.." The blonde boy chimed lightly, pointing over to a large, decorated window that let through large amounts of light. The fight had taken it out of him, and he shuffled over to the window in a huff and slipped onto the large, cushioned ledge of the window. He snuggled himself up for a few moments, before yawning gently into his palm. "Wake me if you need anything to eat.." he spoke to said guard, before seemingly starting to nap. Or, sort of, being as he just sat there with his eyes closed, though he didn't snore, his chest did not move, and he did not seem to have any overall sleep pattern. What he -did- do, however, is begin to glow like a massive night light.