Leslie wasn't all that convinced. Having someone's word for anything when it involved criminals never really guaranteed anything. Then again, what other options did she have? The chances of her getting to any sort of vehicle outside of these walls to hot wire were slim at best, and she was in no mood for attempting to hitchhike or play the 'fugitive-on-the-run' card.<br/><br/>As soon as the route was clear, only the occasional guard still targeting them over all the other escapees, Leslie followed this Rainer guy. When she got to the outside of the building and found the Langstrom guy, Leslie couldn't help but laugh.<br/><br/>"Smart move for a scientist." She said, voice heavy with sarcasm. "What kind of idiot uses themselves for their own tests?" Shaking her head, Leslie followed the others onto the helicopter. Dropping into the seat, she stretched her legs out in front of her, taking up a lot more space than her small frame should have. She smirked at Andrew's flourished introduction.<br/><br/>"Leslie Willis, from Metropolis, more commonly known as Livewire." She said, holding her hand up and letting small sparks dance across her palm. Turning her attention to Samuel, Leslie asked him the question that was on her mind.<br/><br/>"So where exactly are we going Mr. Hotshot?"