Dr Erie was too busy grinning at the new arrival - a possible ally - to notice that a table was speeding towards him. At the last second, he half side-stepped and avoided being completely crushed; however his left arm was wedged in between the table and the cupboard behind him.

"GAH! Dammit! Night...be a pal and help me out?" the man asked, turning his grimace to face the shadow dwelling creature. Blood was already seeping from the point where the table pinched his skin. He could still move his fingers, so the damage wouldn't be permanent...despite it hurting like a b***h.

Watching the commotion around him, Dr Erie couldn't help but be saddened. The beauty, the clockwork machine he had worked with for so many years was falling apart rapidly at the hands of some...some lowly mutants. Damn his interest! He should have stuck with humans.