Scott grumbled that he would die if he wanted to, because he hated every bit of this situation and had lots and lots of reasons for grump. He should probably have been grumping mostly at himself, but standing around and waiting didn't sit well with him, even in his current state.

As soon as those cell doors came down, though, he was moving. Stealth wasn't his usual MO, and he didn't see any reason to use it now. There was enough noise around them, and even if there hadn't been he had to be found by that kid before she was found by the assholes in charge of this place.

He briefly wondered if he should have argued with Sandy about his plans, since Scott was pretty antimurder. Then he decided that, nope, he was past the point of breaking on that one.

He found Allison, grabbed hold of her arm. She screamed in surprise, went off like a spot light briefly with a bright flash of light he knew she couldn't control. That brought a tiny bit of attention that he handled by virtue of a few well placed concussive force beams, then ran her back toward his cell and that escape tunnel that Sandy had promised them.

Smashing some of those jerks straight into the ceiling and letting them splat down again was... satisfying.