Eva slowly stood up, mechanically scratching and brushing at her arms. Her conscious mind was still confused and foggy, the mental defenses placed by Professor Xavier when she was just a toddler and her own metamorphic nature attempting to fight Insomniac's influence. Wasn't this a party she was at? Why was there a naked woman on fire? She didn't go to those kind of parties, did she?

Meanwhile, part of her subconscious was trying to expel that scorpion. She grew denser and denser, cracks spreading along the paved walkway from her feet.