Studying the people carefully in the foyer, Crotalus notes the woman who is talking into some kind of com, staggering against the support beam.  [color=92278f]"A good starting point as any."[/color]  Crotalus mumurs, walking over to her in a round about way, then covering the last ten feet in a blur of movement, coming up to her from behind.  
	"Miss you seem a wee bit out of sorts," [color=0054a6]Slight Irish accent[/color] Placing a hand on her shoulder, releasing a great burst of pure heat strait into her shoulder.  [color=9e0039]Human subject should pass out from pain, if not cease to be, at 300 degrees farenheit.  Mutant subject should be more resistant.[/color]Crotalus muses silently.  [color=39b54a]Imitate concerned look[/color]
  Crotalus absorbs the radiation from the woman, leaving her shoulder a scorched ruin, but her body radiation free.  Placing his left hand on her chest he launches her strait through a nearby window.