While Fatima agreed with Roy, at least as far as their orders were concerned, she didn't see any reason not to prepare.

As it was, she was biting on the inside of her cheek again, drawing blood to pool on the surface of her tongue. She wasn't entirely convinced that any of her telekinetic rituals would do much good, but not knowing what was going, she figured it was her best opening gambit.

Just in case.

Those were the three words she found herself repeating over and over again in her thoughts. Just in case. It was all...just in case.

But given the way the ground was trembling...just in case seemed...kinda case.