Midnighter is here for a different kind of stealth. Sand quiets his footsteps, and the black clothing he's insisted on wearing blends him in well with the shadows, but he's not here for sabotage. He's plotting a course for the best way to bulldoze through the camp, taking as many people with him as possible in as short a time as possible, when he hears some kid they speak up.

Well, at least he's got spunk.

(And Midnighter's got a soft spot for kids, shut up.)

"What kinda poison we talking about?"