"Was, yes," she says evenly, if a little slowly--not real noticeable for anyone not familiar with her, but it feels glacial to her. "I was on a team. But now I think I'm supposed to be in charge of another one. Which is not...I'm not sure we'll last really long that way."

Yeah, sure, being in charge of a team when it's field day is one thing, but when it's literally life or death, and you've watched enough of your classmates die in front of you recently...it changes things. "A bunch of us are dead. The Sc--Wanda Maximoff did...something." She shakes her head, and doesn't continue any further, because she both doesn't know exactly what happened and can't go any further. It's still too fresh in her mind, and she can still feel the blaze of heat and the impact of body parts on her, hear the scream of shearing metal from the bus explosion, and she really would rather not need to hide for the next several days, especially not knowing what little she does about how these collars are supposed to work.