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Molly stomps into the cells in superpowered bad temper, trailing a complaining Gus and Vyvyan behind her. The gruesome twosome are shoved unceremoniously into a cell apiece and locked in by Baby.
"Thanks, Baby."
She crosses her arms over her chest and glowers at the pair of them, Vyvyan first. "Okay, Metalhead, you totally hit him and you were gonna break that sofa or whatever, so you can get two nights."
Her head - it's hard to see where her eyes are looking while they glow - turns to Gus, and she flicks the ear of the bunnyhat that carries her Security badge as she decides.
"You, I dunno about, but you can sit there for the time being and someone else can decide how long you get to sleep over, 'cause I don't think they'll let 'being totally moronic' count for jailtime. I'm gonna get someone else to let you be their problem instead, so maybe if you're very lucky they'll let you out in a bit, all right?"
Gus thumps the impermeable glass with one fist. "What is this, fucking Guantanamo Bay? I got rights!"
Molly looks unperturbed, flicking the hat's ear again. "Yeah, yeah, next time don't mouth off like a dumbass and maybe I'll believe you. Gimme your name and I'll go see what I can do."
Both men eventually give their names, and Molly trots off to scribble her notes for the Office noticeboard and then grab an emergency caffeine-and-sugar break.
She doesn't switch her powers off until she's well out of the cells.
"Thanks, Baby."
She crosses her arms over her chest and glowers at the pair of them, Vyvyan first. "Okay, Metalhead, you totally hit him and you were gonna break that sofa or whatever, so you can get two nights."
Her head - it's hard to see where her eyes are looking while they glow - turns to Gus, and she flicks the ear of the bunnyhat that carries her Security badge as she decides.
"You, I dunno about, but you can sit there for the time being and someone else can decide how long you get to sleep over, 'cause I don't think they'll let 'being totally moronic' count for jailtime. I'm gonna get someone else to let you be their problem instead, so maybe if you're very lucky they'll let you out in a bit, all right?"
Gus thumps the impermeable glass with one fist. "What is this, fucking Guantanamo Bay? I got rights!"
Molly looks unperturbed, flicking the hat's ear again. "Yeah, yeah, next time don't mouth off like a dumbass and maybe I'll believe you. Gimme your name and I'll go see what I can do."
Both men eventually give their names, and Molly trots off to scribble her notes for the Office noticeboard and then grab an emergency caffeine-and-sugar break.
She doesn't switch her powers off until she's well out of the cells.