Rogue lashed out with one hand, cracking one of her own dupes so hard across the jaw that she collapsed into a motionless heap. She grimaced, eyes darkening, as she reached out and absorbed her. That left five, and the four of them looked much the worse for wear. The central dupe, the originator, she looked fine. Haggard and pissed off, but comparatively fine. Her eyes were fixed on Jamie like a laser.

"And that's all you've got," she said, sounding exceptionally unstable. "That's all you can do."

The implication was, it wasn't enough.