|Callisto: Meeting with Barbara Morse for an intel exchange, Callisto becomes a victim of Adam Destine's curse.
"Well, I got some more intel on those kids," Callisto replied around a mouthful of hotdog. She reached into an inside pocket and pulled out a couple of pieces of paper, folded into quarters and a little rumpled but marked with her weirdly neat handwriting. "I think we were wrong before. I don't think there is a pattern. One turned back up, safe. The others... there's nothing connecting them. Sucks that there'd be that many unconnected missing cases but..." She trailed off with a shrug.
Bobby examined the papers as Callisto spoke, flipping through them as she listened. "Huh, yeah, it seems that way, doesn't it?" Callisto was right, it was unusual to see so many unconnected events but that just might have been the case. "So, what do we do now?" she asked, more rhetorically than anything.
A shrug. "Beats me. I'll follow up the leads I've got - can you check the records for the one who's gone into the sys-..."
Callisto had stopped talking, her brow furrowing. Her one eye blinked a few times in... irritation? Confusion? She put her hotdog aside - with what seemed like a truly incongruous level of calm given her next action was to cough up a mouthful of blood onto the piece of paper in front of her.
The coughing got Bobbi's attention, thinking it was ketchup at first but then realizing what it really was. "Oh shit, are you ok?" Stupid question but it was her first instinct, and she moved to give assistance should Callisto need any.
She shook her head, lifted a hand up as though to reassure Bobbi that everything was fine even though it patently wasn't. There was a gurgling from her throat as she sucked in air, and when she exhaled it came with more blood. She pushed to her feet, knocking the long, heavy picnic table bench over backwards and then staggering back over it, clutching at her gut, her chest.
Bobbi had never seen Callisto panic before.
The only thing she knew to do was to bring her back to the mansion. She wasn't sure what was going on with Callisto but something told Bobbi she'd be much better off bringing her there than to a hospital, and the mansion was probably just as close if not closer. As Bobbi put an arm around her and tried to steady her fellow mutant, she just hoped she had enough time.