"You've got to be kidding me..." Mac is on his feet, scanning around, looking at people, looking for a weapon. Of all the times to leave his hammer at home... His synapses are firing as someone mentions having to get out of here. There are people here without powers to defend themselves.

"Alright, okay, no. We need to get people out of here first and foremost. Those of us with a way to defend people can stand up, but people who need to get out of here - now. Whoever can get people out of here need to. If you don't have a way to defend yourself - don't try and stay here."

He continues to scan the room, gritting his teeth in frustration. "Does anyone have a hammer handy?"