Redscale... well, that was a name she recognized sadly. Great, that bitch... not surprising she was involved in this really. Silverfang was a bit newer to her, probably trying to stomp him out... unless things had changed more in the last decade than she was aware of.<br/><br/>...and yeah, the quibbling was getting shut down REAL quick.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, Punkette, you're arguing quite a bit for someone I'm <em>allowing</em> to live, and whose dick I've got my <em>extremely strong</em> metal hand wrapped around..."</strong>she said in a calm, yet subtly threatening tone,  tapping her fingers on her non-dick-stroking hand against the woman's exposed belly.<strong>"Focus on blowing your load before the 'grandpas' as you put it decide to investigate further in, and decide to chuck fireballs our way...<br/><br/>"And you,"</strong>it was Mika's turn now, even as she beat the DJ's meat vigorously.<strong>"How your inventions and research gets used by  others is outside of your control, but I doubt everything you've done has been all sunshine and rainbows. After all, you helped bring an infamous master assassin with a body count higher than your undoubtedly high IQ back to life...<br/><br/>"So we're all going to behave ourselves, and get out of here alive, hm?"</strong>she said, the implicit question to her tone as she attempted to finish the punkette off so they could get going, because if her calculations were correct, she should have plenty of invisibility-charge left...