<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Khutulan Karpitskaya<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Moscow<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Khutulan chucked the unconscious stranger over a shoulder as she turned about, watching Darkbird engaging in Dr. Doom's janitorial work since he himself was apparently above executing people, but not above ordering others to do it. Not that she was surprised, it was trademark authoritarian behavior. "Thank you. At the very least I can analyze the armor," she then said, unsure if the armor itself would be useful, but hoping some of the more basic components could be used for spare parts in case of routine maintenance or repairs. She paused, wondering if the armor these mutates were utilizing might actually have some interesting properties. They were clearly vastly inferior to her own power armored suit, but there was a decent chance there might've been some interesting components she could study, especially as far as aeronautics was concerned.<br/><br/>With that said, if they were in fact leaving, she wasn't opposed to such, but certainly wasn't going to go without asking. Groaning inside her armor as the Black Widow seemed to, in Khutulan's eyes, humiliate herself by asking Doom for help in such a tone, she moved to step before Doom and since her armor was so much larger then his, she made an intentionally exaggerated gesture of looking down at him as she shifted her form to the side, just to get him to stand in her shadow. "Where are we going and for what purpose?" she asked Doom in a straightforward manner.