"No, I don't think so Scylla. Our people aren't exactly into suicide missions," Hope quipped. "That's what they have us for."
Hope frowned in concern. Perhaps it was another set of enemies, it would be bad if they had to fight a two front battle.
"Could you give Optic a visual on the plane and survivors? Our people don't use prop planes," she shrugged as she did the same trick with the ice and lightening on the murder holes in this hallway as well as using her ice ability to pry behind the walls, disrupting wiring, the lightening playing along the icy walls, frying delicate sensors and wires too.
The force fields may be strong, but even they can't keep moisture from building up behind them and Hope uses that little fact of physics to her advantage. She also makes sure to keep the ice and lightening away from her cohorts.
"It can't hurt, you know. We aren't necessarily enemies at the moment, we just need the information on Barrington. Once we have that, we'll do our best to leave. After all, we have no real quarrel with you or the Foundry." she says, again honestly. After all, at this point, they had very little to hide.