<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/SS002A.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Sue Storm<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Invisible Woman<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Buenos Aires<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Deadpool, She-Hulk, Myth<br/></span></span><hr/>Susan watches Deadpool like a hawk, waiting for him to try some clever ploy or to try and talk her down or something. But mercy at the moment isn’t really on her mind. But her attention is diverted with Jen’s worry for her state. She barely looks towards the taller woman out of the corner of her eyes as she keeps her focus on Deadpool, as she keeps him locked in her invisible dome.<br/><br/>She doesn’t really answer Jen directly, she doubts she could in fact. Not in any coherent fashion. Truth be told, she’d just rather keep her mind on the problem at hand. The problem clad in red and black. Sue’s mind is assuming that Deadpool is somehow in the wrong here, at least. But all in all, she can’t really be sure of that. Not yet. So she takes Jen’s suggestion, knowing she’ll have just as an easy a time getting information out of Deadpool. They would both notice faint, barely there ripples in the air around Deadpool as Susan’s forcefield dissipates, changing its spectrum at the same time.<br/><br/>With a slight groan she then leans back against a near tree, just kind of letting it support her weight. She looks down from Jen and Deadpool, seeming to need a moment to gather herself. When Jen said that she didn’t look so good, she’s fairly sure the woman was being generous. Her psyche and body just weren’t made for the kind of time she’s had as of late. She keeps her eyes upon the dirt in front of her toes as she leans there, her eyes half closed.<br/><br/>“It’s not part of Buenos Aires… it’s all of it. There’s… nothing left.”  She says in an exhausted tone, her eyes still cast down. But then she looks towards the both of them, her eyes only lifting towards them.   “You look like you’re certainly dressed for business, not vacation. Or are you the kind of psycho that considers killing off the clock a vacation?”   Her eyes narrow a little at that last part. She can’t say that Deadpool is responsible, or even involved. But… well answers aren’t just going to start dropping out of the air, are they?<br/><br/>Oh wait, maybe they are.<br/><br/>Susan jumps noticeably with Myth’s alert to the rest of his little squad, or whatever they would call themselves. She is suddenly on her feet, searching the skies over her head for the source of that awful and loud sound. So maybe Deadpool has backup. But then…. There’s nothing to say that’s true either. And making assumptions like that tend to lead to conflict. Her eyes flash towards She-Hulk and Deadpool, and then she looks in the general direction that Myth landed. Deadpool only had his swords unsheathed when he approached the clearing.. but this new guy… he’s putting on the ritz. Making a real show of his arrival. Susan feels herself sigh as she stares at him, a deep scowl on her lips. Now what…<br/>