Shaking her head and probing at her nose, Misha glared through the glass at the laughing man across from her. Truth be told, it wasn't a bad laugh but coming from Victor von Doom certainly soured it. She gave the cell a better once-over and spotted the devices he mentioned, scowling in personal affront while she crossed her arms and moved back to the cot. The food and water wasn't hard to find and she placed it next to her on the bed and inspected it to hide the reddening of her face that had nothing to do with the small impact.

"Is it morning?" she grumbled. Time didn't really have meaning without any outside light or ALFRED to help keep track. If this escape was going to be under her own power, she needed as much information as possible before she would make her second attempt. "Suppose I use my outrage on being kidnapped, huh? Or maybe poisoned. Well, drugged. You wouldn't want to kill your premier test subject, you're not stupid. Forgive me for not automatically assuming you'd play fair with my necessities for survival for some asinine reason involving honor or chivalry because I'm pretty sure those are optional to you."