The robots backed off when she shouted, and the tin man’s voice came in through speakers. "You're absolutely right, Maverick. I wouldn't kill a teenage girl. In fact, I'd be hard-pressed to kill anyone." She sighed out, preparing to stand up and look for an escape route while her opponent wouldn’t blow her up from behind. "But at the same time..." She froze, her every muscle tensing with sudden anxiety--
--the same voice, much closer this time. "I can't just let you leave, either." Anything he might have said next never reached her ears, as electricity arced through her skull and all over her metallic skin, which quickly gave way to vibrant, violent sparking. For a single microsecond, just a few flashes to the unaided eye, she was pure green static, her scream reaching a crescendo as she let out an energy pulse, knocking over the fleeing citizens and launching her at the street a story below. As quickly as the electricity came, it went, and she was flesh again, plummeting, limp, towards the pavement.
Whatever was left of her consciousness latched onto May's face--she'd failed, and it was all this asshole's fault, and now May would get killed, or stuffed into some kinda experiment, or when Maverick escaped she'd get a little girl's finger in the mail--she bit her lip and hoped the fall would kill her, because she's dead anyway as soon as Nan learns that Maverick had a chance to save May and failed. You dumb piece of shit. You're about as good a superhero as any other douche in a leotard.