After their predicament set into the minds of the ragtag group of mutants, only two of them seemed genuinely pleased:
Isaac and Sven.
Though for very different reasons.
Isaac sighed deeply, the kind of sigh that seemed to carry the weight of months of tension.
"I swear, my lifespan's been halved," he muttered, rubbing the bags under his eyes.
'Ever since mutating, my life'sbeen chaos. No plans. No schedules. No structure. I've been all over the world, ended up joining the Outlaws, and it's been even more crazy since.'
He looked around Elara's advanced lab with something like longing.
"A calm week off from everything would be nice Just… let me lie on a flat surface and not worry about getting stabbed."
Meanwhile, Sven was leaning back against a wall, stretching like a man on holiday.
"Dude," he grinned, his mind already thinking about the town above, "did you see the girls here? I'm telling you, this place is a hidden gem."
