"What the heckarooni is going on" The hooded figure poking at the dead mutant said, except he didn't say heckarooni.
The one holding the helmet began tweaking with the inside of the helmet, using a long thin screwdriver like tool.
Bridget's grip didn't phase the third member of the trio, as they used thier free hand to pull a box of medical supplies from beneath its cloak. Quickly preparing something to calm her down.
"Here, try this" they said, placing a clear strip onto her forehead. It began to dissolve, the soothing effect beginning to work.