Doom was expecting a reaction and he held on tight to her as she hit him to no effect. The helicopter turned away from the explosions as he focused on the girl. She would not be any use to him awake on the trip back. "It's time for you to take a nap," he said before zapping her enough to knock her unconscious. Now he could actually focus on escaping and getting things prepared for his study of this rather annoying subject.

It took a couple modes of transport, but Doom had finally gotten the girl back to start on his study. He placed her in what looked like a glass cell in the corner of a very sterile looking medical facility and he wasn't cruel enough to force her to rest on the floor, having put her on a serviceable cot. Currently, he was sitting on one side of the room, hunched over a table with numerous pieces of machinery on it with ALFRED being in the middle and Doom working on it while angrily muttering under his breath, having ditched the armor and mask for something a bit more normal. One couldn't exactly work on things in that ridiculous outfit, after all.