Walking back over to the two women Sam exhaled then threw on a fake smile one to distract mainly himself from what just happened, ‘Fake it till you make it’ thought Sam as he looked to Sara. ”I need a favor, two even.” Sam said being as blunt as he could be.

”I need you to take the speedster over to the mansion to get patched up, the police will be less than thrilled if we turn someone over to booking with the use of only one leg.” Sam shrugged slightly, ”I don’t really feel like getting chewed out again so after you get her patched up could you take her to the police station?” Sam asked knowing Sara’s dislike of police officers, ”This is a favor and all you have to do is make sure she is in the building.”

Sam readied for her protest but prematurely gave her a look like he wasn’t in the mood to argue. ”Please and thank you.” was all he had to add to that. Hoping that he could continue on with what he was doing without having to argue much with Sara. They were both too stubborn meaning they’d be out there all night yelling at each other till one finally gives in.

Sam looked to Eve then asked her, ”Where am I taking you today if you’re going to refuse the hospital or going to see Doc with Sara and the speedster, Snowflake.”

Sara saw Sam grin and she immediately didn’t like the look. He’d grinned like that similarly when he’d thought that she was trafficking people. Stiffer than his normal self. It had her brow furrowing and her head tilting. Then he made his request…

Sara’s nose wrinkled. She wanted to complain and tell Sam no. She hated cops. Anyone in a uniform didn’t rate high on Sara’s mind. Heck. Even some of the xmen in uniform didn’t thrill her that much. OK. She could do what Sam asked, and when he finished she decided that if the speedster gave her any trouble, she didn’t give a rat’s tail how badly Sam got chewed out for the lack of use in any of the speedster’s limbs. Sara’s ears laid flat and as she passed Sam, she let out a animal’s sound of dismay. Short and held a rumble from deep in her chest. “Fine.”

”Please and thank you.”

Sara stalked closer to the speedster. Her amber eyes locked on the woman’s and there should have been no question that Sara would do what she had to do, to keep her word. Sara first checked the speedster for other weapons. The knife was closed, and pocketed, and she hoisted the speedster up in her arms. Waiting for Sam and Evelyn to decide where she was going.

As Sam and Sara settled things Evelyn waited patiently. She let the echoes flicker around the alleyway, starting to clear up and focus on things to practice. Bricks were uninteresting, the ice patterns would be cool if she painted them. The blood, well, she tried hard not to look at the blood, the images threatening to get burnt into her mind anyway. The screams, the--

"I just want to go to the museum for now. We have plenty of guards, there are fist aid kits and I can just patch myself up there first. If things get much worse I can probably just get a ride to the mansion. But I just would feel better going there first." At least she could check on the paintings. The thought of something happening to one of her favorite pieces of art sent a small shiver down her spine. That art could never be recreated, would never come back if something happened. Too many masterpieces had been lost over the years by war or battles. She didn't want the same to happen here.

The growl he heard from Sara was one he had heard before though this time he’d figure she’d wait before yelling at him. Sam was suddenly grateful Eve was there in the first place. Nodding his head to her once again as she was checking the speedsters body Sam yelled to her, ”I’ll call you soon alright?” Sam then looked to Eve then gave her a look like he didn’t exactly approve of her decision.

Sam however kept his mouth shut for now Eve was a big girl and she can do what she wanted he was just going to make sure she was going to get there in one piece is all. ”Alright snowflake hop on.” Sam said as his legs iced up and he rose off the ground a few inches. Offering up his arm to her he took her to the museum hoping the next time he ran into the blonde she wasn’t going to be in a similar situation…. again.

“If I don’t hear from you by the time Speedy’s fixed up, I’ll be calling you.” Sara warned Sam. Her voice was held steady, but inside, her nerves were tight. Sara knew that she had a limited amount of time to get the speed mutant to Doc Prof before the ice melted and she bleed out, but right now, there was no hurry.

“You both watch out for yourselves.” Sara said. Things in the area looked like they were wrapped up. She could see that the four mutants who had been knocked out weren’t going to wake up and get away so easily, or very fast with the ice strapping big red down. Sam and Evelyn were making their plan and preparing to take their leave. There really wasn’t a reason to hang around.

Once Sam had Evelyn secured, Sara would take out for the mansion. Speedy cooperating for now.

Evelyn wasn't deterred by Sam's look: when it came to the museum, it was hard to change her mind. Her paintings were like children to her. Protecting them was her top priority in crisis, and while she didn't admit it out loud, that was one of her primary reasons for going to the building. But after all the trouble they went through to save her, running straight at danger would probably be an insult. So she avoided making a big deal about things, and accepted Sam's hand without complaint.

"No fancy tricks, k?" She said, smoothing her skirt down. The last thing she needed was half of Manhattan seeing up her skirt. The echoes picked up on the tension Sara seemed to be keeping beneath the surface, and the speedster's reactions to her own pain. Evelyn almost felt sorry, but her face was still stinging from the other feline's claws. Sorry only lasted so far when someone tried to kill you. At least WereCat would take care of the speedster in the end.