Misha looked out into the street, face tense and body practically vibrating from the adrenaline coursing through her as the Destroyer rampaged through the city. It was going to take some time to really get into the heart of it, enough time to try and leave, but she also couldn't very well drag Victor Made of Heavy Metal von Doom around to aid in their escape.

"This way," she said after she had run through some of her options. She zipped along to the other side of the road, further away from the chaos, and said "Thor will be here soon, but maybe not soon enough if we don't move!"