The Wax-Man immediately jumps, but not quite as she expected. Instead of leaping, he throws himself face first off the ledge of the cell. He watches with fascination as his body rushes closer to meet the hard ground below.

Arsenelle, sighing to herself, fires off another item – a long, leather-like strap that stretches to coil around the Wax-Man’s waist and stops his free-fall. With a blast from her jetpack, she flies them off while dodging bullets from the guard towers. Kansas air blasting his face, he gasps for breaths while watching (with a wide grin) the prison facility fade into the distance far below.