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The look Tina gave Chris was not exactly hostile but it was certainly not friendly.

"There are already people in this lab talking about using the breakthrough's in this lab to create a compound that would strip people of mutations. Not because they want to help people who may not like being mutants but because they think the other option is to exterminate mutants and if they can treat our 'sickness' they can 'cleanse' us for God. Maybe you are incapable of understanding that because you aren't a mutant but I sure as hell don't want someone else making decisions about my value as a living, breathing, sentient carbon-based life form for me, especially when they are based on a shaky conception of a 'god' that I frankly don't fucking believe in. If you feel like joining the Christ Cleansers, we'll be sure to tell Summers you give your notice but if not then your dissent is noted and summarily ignored for the purposes of this job."

She shook her head and looked at Joey.

"Rose is right. We can't start killing people. That...doesn't mean that I haven't already done a little...tinkering. Funny how people can be just forgetful."

It wasn't perfect and it wouldn't stop things forever, but there had been a few scientists in the lab earlier. It hadn't been hard to trip over a few synapses.

"Anyone else got anything? If not, we've got a one-hour window here, folks. Let's roll."

If no one else piped up--and she hoped they didn't because she didn't precisely like having to say harsh things to friends--she'd lead the march forward, into the lab exactly as she'd laid out for them.