Good.

She shouldn't stick around either, come to think of it. Someone's probably noticed all the commotion and might come to investigate. Better to make something outside of the Endbringer-grade containment, anyway. Back to the wall.

She doesn't quite have to fight her way out. Scion did enough damage that keeping her way clear is almost trivial, especially with the new shade whispering about what patterns the robots are repeating.

On the way back she does run into a Protectorate patrol. They all take an aggressive stance, but ready to fire at the drop of a hat doesn't mean they already let fly.

"You're not Scion," one of them says unnecessarily.

"Well spotted. Get out of my way."

"Mind if I ask what you're here for first?

I'm Lightscour, by the way." He's surrounded by shadows, or wearing them depending on point of view, and dismisses the ones pointed at her.

She still has all three of her shades up.

"Sightseeing."

"In Eagleton.

There is exactly one sight to see here. I'd ask what you had to do with the Machine Army except that no one ever has anything to do with it."

"I wanted to see what it looked like."

"It's quarantined for a reason. The fact that it took Scion to bail you out should be a dead giveaway.

Look, I don't especially want to arrest you. Lot of bother for not much reason. But we've got to have something to tell our superiors. Why'd you really break in?"

"I already told you. I wanted to see it."

She starts stepping sideways around, edging closer to the wall.

The three of them spread out, staying between her and it. "All right. Why did you want to see Eagleton instead of some other, less robot-infested place."

"I thought people would mind less if I broke things here."

"Heh. You're not wrong. Stupidly high stakes for testing a power, but that's your risk to take. Kind of. Still restricted access here.

Anyway, that mean you aren't going to break things anywhere important?"

"Yes."

Shrug. "All right by me. What do you do, anyway?" He eyes the shades. They're recognizably human, in about the same sense that a caricature is recognizably a portrait, but at least the new one isn't obviously the source of the Machine Army.

"Walk through walls," she says, starting to move towards the big one again.

They let her approach, but walk with her. "Explains some. But you could test that anywhere. What was the power that breaks things?"

"Sometimes the walls don't survive the experience."

She alters her path slightly, so her trajectory converges with the talker's.

He thickens the shadows on that side of himself, but manages not to do anything remotely aggressive.

"Okay, but expendable walls are easy to come by. Eagleton's where you end up to shoot robots instead of hurting someone. If you don't want to explain your power, you can just say so."

"I didn't want to seem overly hostile."

Shrug. "You're seeming pretty darn evasive, but that's not a crime. Breaking in here probably is but it's not like you were breaking anything out." If he has a reason other than gullibility for knowing that, he doesn't volunteer it. "You got a cape name yet?"

"No."

She evaluates the distance between them. She just needs a touch, but the shadows will probably do something inconvenient. A distraction would be good. She dismisses two of her shades, leaving only the tunneler.

"That one of the things you don't want to explain?"

"Hm?"

"The– ghosts, or whatever they are."

"They follow me. Sometimes they go away. I don't know why."