Of course, Misha was still nearby. Much as it would be awesome for her, personally, if Doom were to die and leave her the hell alone, she unfortunately still possesses a pesky conscience and was ready to back him up as necessary.

By the time he'd pulled himself out of the rubble, she'd perched light-footed on the outside of the opening Victor had made, pressed up to it to keep out of the radius of his electricity, and was giving him a rather powerful stink-eye. "Are you about to go fist-fight that thing?" she asked flatly.