Aw, crap. Lost in the Savage Land with no powers and no apparent way out of here? It's a good thing I sent my regards to MJ before the Quinjet exploded.

"I don't know," I reply, bringing up my hands to cradle my head. Everything about my posture screams frustrated -- I'm hunched over, nails digging into my scalp through my costume. "I can't see. I thought maybe it was 'cause of the explosion -- a concussion or something. But if you can't scream..."

I drop my hands and assume an appropriately dramatic pose: "We have no powers."