Watching one of the guards fall and the sound of a gunshot ringing in the air amid the chaos, Leslie turned her head, eyes narrowed at whoever was the source. From what he was saying, Mr. Hotshot had a way out of here. Leslie looked the man over, trying to figure out who he was. It was one thing to work with the others to get out of this hellhole since they more or less had the same goal in mind. It was something else entirely to accept a escape<span style="font-style: italic">from</span>the place. How could they even trust this guy? For all she knew he was leading them into an ambush!<br/><br/>Hearing the man who had helped her escape her cell, Andrew, giving his approval, Leslie shot the man a look. Had he always looked so...different? Questions could wait for later, when (and if) they all got out of here. Moving a little ways away from the small group that had formed, Leslie shook her head at what she was hearing. She had not missed having to actually interact with a bunch of guys who thought they were top dog. Electricity crackling at her finger tips, Leslie approached the newcomer.<br/><br/>Raising her still sparking hand, Leslie jabbed him in the chest as she spoke.<br/><br/>"You better not be tricking me, buddy. You get us out, no funny business. Clear?"<br/><br/>Stepping back with a sneer, Leslie cracked her knuckles, a grin forming on her face.<br/><br/>"Alright boys, let's knock some skulls."