Mjolnir did not understand why there were people wandering the streets in their powered forms without knowing how to fight. To think that powering up would hold any outcome other than combat was foolish to her, and it was ill advised to hope for the best and try and learn on the job.

This was not a drill.

This was not a drill.

So when she had found Disneya, running around like she was in a Charlie Chapman sketch with a piranha on her a**; she knew she needed to fix that. She needed to fix that yesterday.

"What is your name anyway, Sparklebutt?"