"Ha, are you already making plans for us, friend?"
Listening to Heisenberg's so-called plan, the White Queen smiled disdainfully.
Still smiling, she lifted herself from the sofa.
Once she sat upright, her impossibly long, fair legs shifted into a more alluring crossed position.
Emma reached out and flicked away some ash.
"You know, friend, as long as you're strong enough, as long as you can become the new backbone of mutants, then even if you lead us to eat shit, we'd be willing to break our bottom line for you.
"But the key to everything is this: are you strong enough?"
As she spoke, Emma took a drag from her cigarette, then gently exhaled the smoke.
At that moment, even the smoke she exhaled seemed utterly listless.
"What kind of Mutant Ability do you have, friend? Would you mind sharing a little with me?"
Once the smoke dispersed, Emma asked.
Hearing the faint anticipation in Emma's question, Heisenberg shrugged indifferently.
"My abilities are pretty simple."
"I'm strong. Very strong."
"I can take a beating. A lot of it."
"And I can control a few things, making them appear from nothing, or vanish from something."
"As for the last one..."
"I'm also very good at making certain things disappear!"
"That's it?"
"That's it!"
After their brief exchange, Emma pursed her lips.
Then she stuck out her tongue, licked her dry lips, and asked,
"You appeared outside the club out of nowhere. What about your teleportation? Why didn't you mention that?"
"Does teleportation count as an ability? I've always considered it just a way to get around."
Heisenberg answered with a smile.
Emma froze for a moment at his words, then burst out laughing with him.
As she laughed, Emma pinched her thigh with her fingers.
"If Azazel heard you say