Well, that was someone having a screaming tantrum. Emma winced and stumbled as the sudden psychic bellow of rage and pain echoed through her, breaking her composure and her stride. She almost didn't notice that the sounds of fusion cannon blasts and shrieking metal were physical things, not part of the telepathic onslaught.

"As though this place isn't enough of a disaster area," she muttered, rubbing her temples and forcing her shoulders down from her ears. With the ease of long experience, Emma reached out to the source of the turbulent emotions...to find a mind familiar despite its alien birth, the tumult all too human, yet backed by the kind of destructive power few humans could bring to bear.

Still, the psyche she brushed against with light mental fingers was strange enough that she had no confidence her subtler skills would do the trick. Emma could play a human like a violin, calming fury like this with a thought, but this being's mind was an unfamiliar instrument. Rather than risk harm...or even worse, failure, she simply seized Shockwave's motor functions and stopped him dead in his destructive tracks.

Just what do you think you're doing? Emma's telepathic voice was a cold mix of scorn and righteous anger etched in diamond. Ms. Frost was not pleased.