"Dobre, Dobre..." Rags said, tapping her lower lip in thought. "Ah, yes. Good idea; maybe she can give us some further insights into how the Judetal Sugar work before we let her go. But... let's not let Doug interrogate her. We don't need her telling the JS what sort of things he does to get people to talk - especially to one of their own." She didn't exactly disapprove of the man's methods, since in her opinion the majority of the mutants they captured were gang scum anyway, but this was a situation where it would be best to find something else to occupy his time while someone with a soft touch did the questioning.
She was pleased that Lucian was taking an interest in Carlos's various research projects, and touched his upper arm briefly in a gesture of comradeship. "I wish you luck with that Shellder. If something goes wrong - and it might; even with my experience at it I still make mistakes. Sometimes it feels like half of it is luck - I have one too, so we'll have that to fall back on. And speaking of the shipping containers, I know where we can get a steel-type mutant. A relative of Kull's, down in the Septicslums. I would have went after him today, but... well, I do feel better, but a hit to the head might make this minor concussion a major one, and a hit to the torso might break the fractured rib." She shrugged.
"I'll get him once I've recovered, though," she added in a tone that all but said 'let me do it, I have +3 to Brawling checks :P.' "I shouldn't have much trouble catching him by surprise, pinning him down, and sedating him. Then we can really get to work on finishing those shipping containers."