This was really going to get at her if things kept up. Doom obviously wanted Misha alive for some reason, and the longer he continued to prove that by not blasting her to smithereens, the more she had no idea what to expect from him as she pushed his buttons both intentionally and not. He wasn't making a whole lot of sense to her right now and that made this whole thing incredibly dangerous. Considering Misha was still alive despite her continued state of stupidity, she was kind of all right with that, but it was the principle of the matter, really. If she couldn't understand what Victor was up to, she couldn't predict him and that was going to end up with her dead.

Once she was set back onto the cot, Misha moved to her side and curled up into the most comfortable position that she could manage. Give her enough time and she could simply ride on out of the lab or whatever this place was, give no fucks to Doctor Doom getting pissed off at her, and return to the Baxter Building—to what? She paused, startled by her own thoughts. Those explosions... She realized now that the team had probably survived, but what would be the fallout? Especially since Misha had obviously known who was behind the attacks. God, they were all going to be so pissed.

Taking a few deep breaths, Misha turned up and regarded Doom before he could leave. "Why?" she asked. Words were coming more easily as she managed to breathe through the pain and awakened aches. "I mean, please, spare me the monologue. Just... why?"