This time, the sleep was more natural. This time, Misha was out for quite a long while as her body recovered and took the opportunity it had been given to rest. By the time she woke up, none of her pains had really gone away but it was easier to move around and for that she was thankful. Those same aches were reminding her why she had to keep quiet, give away as little as possible to make up for all of that bullshit earlier where her mouth had definitely run off without her brain's permission.

She rose above the bed, tucked and rolled and made to leave the cell once more. Whatever Doom was doing now, she could see that he had made a whole lot of progression with ALFRED since her last look-see and that only made her angry. Victor needed to stop messing with ALFRED now, because seriously. It wasn't even his! As she came to the glass enclosure, Misha fell back with the sound of a clonk and a loud, muffled cursing. "What the hell!"

Who had put that wall in the way of her phasing?!