Ink was waiting outside the plane when Quinn got off. He didn't look her way as he approached and Quinn had the thought that he wanted some silence right now. He seemed on edge, but Quinn wasn't sure about what. His eyes darted frequently to where Wolverine was talking with Beast and Cyclops. When he finally looked at Quinn a little bit of light faded from his eyes. "I need to tell you something," he said.

"You're not ditching me are you?" Quinn asked, adding a playful tone to make sure he knew she was joking. "I'll be screwed if you leave now." Ink just stared at her blankly and she knew that he wasn't in the mood for humor. "Alright then," she stated, dropping the playfulness. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to give you a heads up on my powers."

"You're being all dramatic about this," Quinn said. "How can they be that horrible?"

He looked away and Quinn knew she had hit a button that would in real life probably be one of the big red ones with the danger symbol on it. She internally cringed at her lack of tact and tried to go for a different approach. "We all have powers here, what are you worried about? Listen, if you're scared of them that's fine, some people are-"

"Tattoos," he muttered, and she stopped talking. She blinked. "Tattoos? You have tattoos? Ok then…" She wasn't sure what he was getting at.

"The wolf and the tiger from the training exercise were mine," he explained. "They're two of my tattoos."

"Two of?"

"I have thirteen."

Quinn didn't say anything, it was obviously a big deal for him to be telling her but she didn't understand all the dramatics. "Alright, so that's why you wear your gloves and sweater? To hide them?" Ink nodded but didn't exaggerate.

"Alright," she repeated. "That's actually pretty damn kick ass. You could just have those showing and you'd be one of the most badass guys around."

He glanced over at her and for once Quinn couldn't read his emotions. Then a hint of a smile flickered on his lips. "You really know what to say don't you."

Quinn shrugged. "Not as well as you do, but I try."

"How though? You know what to say, but you seem to know it because of what we're thinking. Are you-"

"I can't read minds no," Quinn quickly cut him off. "I'm just good at reading peoples' emotions. Even if you try to hide them your eyes usually give you away." She shrugged again and looked over at Wolverine, who was making his way over to the ground of X-Men and other mutants. "We'll talk more later if you're actually interested for some bizarre reason." She looked over at her friend and gave him a smile. "Also, I'm glad you trust me enough to tell me what your powers are, it seems like a big deal. Thanks." Ink let the hint of a smile grow a little bit. "Hey, we're partners right now right? You should know what I'm capable of."

"Alright!" Wolverine called out, though not too loud. "This is it, we're going in. Myself, and Cyclops will go ahead and everyone follow. Blackout, stick close to the front; Jean's going to get you to the energy source when we get to the building. Ink, start making your way with Nightmare to that vent of yours but don't go in until Blackout's cut the power, we don't need Nightmare setting off some sort of detector or other trap. Everyone else, get inside and downstairs. Try to get to that central room or spread out and find Jane Kelley and her associates. Jean will be tapped into your thoughts for the duration of the mission so don't think about too much else. If you need someone or you need help, just send out a message and we'll get to you. Alright? Let's move out."

The progression started down the hill that they had landed on. Telling Ink she'd be back in a moment Quinn hurried ahead to catch up to Blackout. "Hey," she greeted, and Blackout looked over. "I just wanted to say good luck."

Blackout smiled. "Thanks, you too."

Quinn wasn't sure what else to say so she dropped back to meet with Ink. "This is it," she said, quoting Wolverine, and Ink nodded. "Yeah," he replied.

They soon came to their first obstacle, which most of the group merely rolled their eyes at. A twenty-five foot fence barred their way and motion detector spotlights swung on posts set at least five feet higher. The lights quickly went out with barely a fizzle and Quinn guessed it was Blackout's work. She herself started at a slow run as she prepared herself to open her swings and fly over the fence. Around her people were picking up speed and they all chose different ways to make their way over, under, or through the fence. By the time she landed Nightcrawler was already starting to the building that was still a half a block away with Cyclops, Wolverine, and Jean. The others regrouped by the time her wings were sorted and she was walking again.

Ink caught up to her, grumbling under his breath as he pulled off his burnt gloves.

"What the hell did you do?" Quinn asked.

"Started to climb the fence, but then I realized that I was going too slowly. So I just burnt a hole in the fence and climbed back down." He pulled off the last scrap of material and Quinn could finally see what he had been hiding: a snake circled his right wrist while a scorpion circled his left; a torch ran down the inside of his left forearm with a sword on his right; the poisonous gas symbol marked his left palm with a circle of pure yellow-white light was placed on his right.

Quinn was speechless and she looked at him.

"There you go," he said. "Now let's move, I hate being last."