<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Tigrasidepanel2.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Greer Grant / Tigra<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Magically Altered Human<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Doom Ship Control Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>No One<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>As the ship went down, Tigra was thrown off balance somewhat and Mr Fantastic was slammed back into her. His stretchy body luckily saved them both from any real damage and she groaned some. So this was what it was like being wrapped up in humanoid saran wrap. She shuddered a little as her mind went places it shouldn't. With a slight crack of her knuckles she gentled pushed Reed off of her. She looked around as the lights inside the control room flickered and sparked. Broken monitors and hanging wires where parts of the consoles hung by a thread were seen all throughout the room. Whatever had happened was not anything anyone expected, especially Doom. When Steve called in for a body count so to speak, she pressed her button and spoke up so that they all could hear.<br/><br/><strong>"Here and accounted for... mostly. "</strong><br/><br/>She looked around the room then for Steve and for the other members of the Fantastic Four. Part of her wanted to ask if Johnny was okay. His voice hadn't been heard amongst the ones who called in to Steve. She moved around the rubble a bit and checked on Susan first. She didn't appear to be in any grave danger but you could never tell from a distance. Greer looked over her head to see if there were any major contusions or damage that you could see up front. She seemed to be okay, but a trip to the infirmary would be in order. Picking up the blonde super hero in her arms, Tigra searched for a way out of the fallen ship. Looking at Cap she let him know what she was doing and she moved to crawl out a side hole in the ship that was about fifteen feet off the ground.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm gonna take her to the infirmary. You got it here?"</strong><br/>