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Riley looked down in bemusement at the young-looking girl with black curls, asking for protection - and what was that smell on her breath? It smelled suspiciously coppery. She arched an eyebrow in inquisition, as the grimmer woman who had scowled at her proposition said a few curt words before embarking to leave. Riley turned her grin to the cowering girl then. She had seen the same trick before, done by girls she had known in a past life who wanted some slack. [color=8882be]"Sympathy points don't generally pan out well among most Rogues,"[/color] she offered with a shrug, already beginning to turn on her heel. [color=8882be]"Lady's got a point though, don't seem like you're helpless if [i]Mr Sinister[/i] handpicked you."[/color] Slowly backing away into the battle, Riley flicked her right arm like a whip and felt her grin widen as she felt the familiar warmth tickling away around her palm. With her non-inflammatory hand, she saluted the girl. [color=8882be]"Sorry, 'mite. Hit me up some other time when we're not in the middle of a robot war. I'll see you on the other side, pretty sure you're going to make it."[/color] With those words flippantly thrown out, Riley turned, and headed for the worst of the clash. Even if the girl didn't, Riley's words wouldn't be held against her. She stole a glance back, before focusing entirely on what lay before her. But no, surely they wouldn't lose anybody at the first stage.

Her right hand aflame and blazing, Riley made a quick dash through the thick of the robots - most of them already engaged in combat - dodging nimbly out of the way when the mechanical whirs darted out to grab her. She managed to make it halfway through when she felt steel talons enclose around her arm. She grunted, and tried to wrench it out, but of course no give. With her right hand, she grabed the thin joint of the robotic limb, and felt cold metal heat up alarmingly. In just seconds, Riley skipped away, and watched as the robot's arm fell apart, melted at the elbow. 

She had just made it another few bounds when another robot appeared before her, somehow even meaner-looker than the one before. It reached out once more, but Riley jumped out of its reach, circumventing its outstretched arm to jam her hand between its metal plates. Her fingers splayed out inside, ripping out as many wires as she could find, trying to find something vital and flaring her hand into fire when she did. At once, the robot began to short-circuit and overheat, and it wasn't long before it collapsed in a heap at her feet.

Completely satisfied with her fire, she put it out, and sprinted for the tube she had seen the rest go up. Before a robot could make an eleventh-hour grab for her, she pounced, and felt the billow of air whisk her away.