"Not likely." Her hand tightens down on Bart's clothes and he's encased in blue light, his eyes widening to saucers as he stops kicking, glancing between the two of them as he starts to hyperventilate. Not again not again not again-

An instant later Vika is encased in pink light and she's lifted off her feet and dragged at high speed toward where Magne is standing, ready to catch her. She doesn't give a damn how Vika feels about Bart. The point wasn't to manipulate her with him. He was just a convenient South Pole to Vika's North.

As soon as she comes within grabbing distance, Bart is thrown to one side to do as he will.

"Tell me, you little tinfoil bitch, you think it's fine to kill whoever you decide deserves it? Well, me too."