[While the younger boys are bickering, Madrox picks up the pack and starts rifling through it, handing Magneto the tech for inspection. A neutralizier, weaponized. Mystique smiles on the inside, her exterior remaining passive, unpahsed.]

So, you've come with a toy to try and buy you way back into our good graces, have you? [Slowly, she turns the weapon on John, the hum of it initializing silencing everyone in the room. There is a solemnity with which the Brotherhood treats the potential loss of power, a reverence for their gift that binds them together fiercely.] Shall we see how well it works? Strip you bare before we make an example of you? [She tightens her face into a stern glare, releasing the weapon as it floats to hover in the air, just inches from John's heart.] You know better than most what we do to traitors, John.