Pan doesn’t know whether or not to teleport or back off, but the speed in which his arm moves—
She couldn’t have prepared herself for it. The mutant tenses up as the other seizes her wrist in their hand. “Fuck—” She tugs, hoping to move him. It doesn’t really result in anything, and now she’s about to panic. The woman snarls, glaring him down as she tries to get away.
"I’m not taking your ass anywhere." Pan growls. She tries to pry herself away, avoiding teleportation. "You’re about ten seconds away from turning into a nice pile of burnt skin on this rooftop…." The woman growled under her breath, letting out another frustrated growl.
“LET ME GO.”
Oh, it irritates him, the way she writhes and tries to escape his grasp so pathetically. He begins to speak, but distraction takes hold as he notices the device hooked on her opposite wrist.
The soldier narrows hues into a squint, brows furrowed to indicate the frown beneath his mask as he held previously, and he lets go of her only to snatch the bend of her left arm with his right hand, bringing his robotic limb up to allow metallic fingers to brush gently over the contraption.
“What is this?”
Vision snaps up to stare.
“Are you keeping secrets, Cameo?”